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The Wednesday before my pumpkin arrived I started having back pains while I was at college. They hurt so badly that my teacher sent me home. I took some Tylenol and everything was fine, I fell asleep and the pains went away. The next day I had an OB appt and explained about my episode the previous day. She decided to check me to see if I was dilated but I wasn’t. My ob then suggested it might be a bladder infection so she prescribed me some meds to take and sent me on my way. That was at 4:30 Thursday afternoon. Friday morning at 1am I was having the worst back pains again. I thought it was due to constipation so I went into the bathroom. These pains were just horrible and they kept coming and going. I'd get into a comfortable position on the bathroom floor and it'd stop, and then it'd start again. These pains hurt so much that I was huddled up in a little ball in my bathroom crying. I managed to crawl back into bed where my oh so loving fiancé sleepily rubbed my back, thinking he was helping. Around 2:15 am, thinking I was still constipated, I went to the bathroom, figuring I’d try and go. Like every paranoid pregnant person I checked the toilet paper and to my surprise I was bleeding and had passed a clot. I vaguely remember what happened after that. I remember running into the bedroom and in the calmest voice telling my fiancé, Dave, that we needed to go to the hospital. He jumped out of bed, calls the on call dr. and my mom and then we’re on our way. I remember writhing in agony in the front seat and realizing that these were contractions and that they fricking hurt! I get to the hospital and they hook me up to a fetal monitor. They showed me my contractions compared to other women who were in labor at the same time. I remember thinking how tiny mine were; yet how could something hurt so badly and not register the highest peek on the screen? There were two nurses in my small room and Dave informed one of them that I had just received meds for my so-called bladder infection. One of the nurses was like "You're having contractions because of your bladder infection. We'll give you a shot, then they should stop and you can go home.” I guess the Dr. had instructed the other nurse to check my cervix to make sure nothing was wrong. So the other nurse checks my cervix. She looks at the first nurse, shakes her head and they both leave. The doctor came in with both the nurses and she's like "We're going to look and check your cervix just to see if you're alright." She looks, then she checks, nodded to the nurses who then rushed out of the room. She looked at Dave and I and said "You're dilated to 10 and the baby's feet are sticking out of your cervix. We're delivering your baby tonight via c-section!" Nothing, absolutely nothing, could describe the emotions and thoughts that were running through my head!!! I mean, I showed up in my pj's. We had nothing.. no hospital bag ready, nothing really ready for Phoenix and here she is, telling us that at 28 weeks our daughter is going to be born! So David is panic stricken, and was getting in everyone’s way while he's trying to comprehend what is going on. In an instant every single nurse in the hospital (I swear it!) is in my room, shaving me, trying to put IV's in my arms, trying to talk to me about what's happening and I lost it and started crying! I had no clue what was happening to me, my baby, Dave.. I was so scared! They told me Dave couldn't be in the room with me so they wheeled me out of the labor room (after bumping back 2 emergency c-sections to do mine) and I remember seeing Dave stand in the doorway looking at me just bawling as they wheeled me away! They wheeled me into the OR where a nurse in a mask turned to me and was like "Okay Carly, everyone in here is going to be wearing masks, it's going to be busy, you're doing great staying calm. We're putting you under a general so you won't be awake at all. It's going to be okay." I was then transferred to the operating table and they strap my arms down and in my mind I started to panic. They put a mask over my face and it wasn't on all the way right so I started wiggling my nose around and it finally got on right. I'm thinking the whole time "oh my god, I'm going to be out of it, but still feel everything like you see on TV.. it's going to hurt what the hell is going on!" I remember they didn’t even ask me to count down from 100. Everything just went fuzzy and I was out. At 4:42am on March 26th, I gave birth to a beautiful 3lb 8.4 oz 15 1/2 inch long baby girl named Phoenix! I woke up a couple of hours later as they were wheeling me to a room and the first thing I forced myself to say was "Is my baby okay?" The nurse was like "We don't know they didn't tell us!" and I was gone again. I woke up to the sound of my mom’s voice and my whole family was there, all red eyed and smiling. Dave told me that Phoenix was fine. She was beautiful and in the SCU (special care unit) and was just as perfect as could be. My heart rate had sky rocketed while I was out so they made me wait 10 ½ hours until I could see my little girl. I've never felt such love in the entire world! No one could describe what I was feeling. Being in the NICU was scary at first. No one can prepare you for that first moment when you see your precious tiny baby laying there. She had wires stuck all over her body. Machines were beeping and a ventilator was running because it was hooked up to the baby next to us. During her stay there we never once thought she wouldn’t make it. I remember the first time I saw her in an incubator. Her nametag said “Big Baby Bowen” because for being a 28 weeker, she was huge! The neo-natologists thought it was hilarious. She was a favorite between the nurses and daily they’d fight to be the one to take care of her. Because she was born at such a young gestation, she never learned how to breast-feed. Out of my whole experience with her, that tore me up the most. Phoenix spent 6 weeks in the NICU and came home to us on the Friday before Mother’s Day. I cried the day she left. It was bittersweet. I had shed many tears next to her bedside thinking that I was failing as a mother with my first child because I couldn’t even carry her to term and now, as we were leaving, I was shedding even more tears because of all the memories and friends that the NICU walls contained. Today, Phoenix is a very healthy, very chunky 7½ month old. I thank God each day for keeping her safe. She has no medical problems we need to worry about and has continued to grow more beautiful each and every day. She is now learning how to crawl but can only go backwards and is currently getting her first tooth. It should break through any day now. I am so thankful that everything turned out perfect with my little girl.

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Janessa was due Nov 4/01 and until around my 27th week I had a very normal, routine, dull, boring pregnancy (as if pregnancy is dull and boring LOL). I had seen my ob/gyn around 20 weeks or so and everything was A-OK and I was to be followed by my family doctor until closer to my due date. However, things have a way of changing rather quickly... in early August it was noted that my blood pressure was a little elevated, my doctor saw me the following week and said it was down so she decided to recheck it 2 weeks later. During the month of July I had some swelling in my ankles but it was quite hot and nothing too extreme. During my 28th week my ankles and feet were starting to swell considerably (I actually had huge grooves when I took my sandals off at the end of the day) and being a medical secretary can have its downside... in some cases we know too much. And so while I knew that some swelling is normal, I also knew that it, in combination with my blood pressure, could be a sign of pre-eclampsia and all that entails.

My anniversary was on a Tuesday (Aug 21st) and we went out to dinner and my ankles were quite.... large. The next day at work I hummed and hawed and stewed about whether or not I should call the dr (I was to see her the following week to recheck the BP). Finally, I decided to call my ob/gyn’s office as they were in the same building I worked in... of course they weren’t in, so I called my doctor and got an appointment for that afternoon. When she checked my BP it was 160/100. She told me I’d have to take a few days off work and she’d see me on Monday. Of course, stupid me... I walked home... very brilliant, eh? I spent the next 2 days laying around as much as possible... and worrying about my BP (which I’m sure didn’t help it any).

By Saturday, my ankles had completely returned to normal. However, by then I had found something else to worry about... I wasn’t sure that I had felt the baby move a whole lot in within the last 24 hours. I didn’t know if the blood pressure was doing something or if it meant something was wrong. So I stewed and worried some more. Finally, I called my aunt (an RN) who lives out of town and asked her what she thought about it/what I should do. Then I called the hospital and they suggested that I come up and they’d hook me up to the monitor just to make sure everything was OK. By then I’m almost in tears because I’m worrying so much... all I can think of is what COULD happen, etc. I woke Mike up from his nap and we went to the hospital. At the hospital, they hooked me up to the fetal monitor and baby was perfectly fine. We could hear the heartbeat clearly for the first time and we could tell from the strip that it was moving and everything it was supposed to be doing. Great... right? Wrong. My BP was 150/100... still too high. They called the ob/gyn on-call (also the one with the worst reputation/bedside manner/etc. in town). Anyway, he admitted me, telling me that they’d monitor things and I’d probably be able to go home Monday or Tuesday.

Sunday came and I was exactly 30 weeks pregnant. I was only allowed out of bed to shower, get weighed and go to the bathroom. I was hooked up to the fetal monitor 2 or 3 times a day, had PIH blood work everyday, a couple of 24-hour urine collections, I was to have an ultrasound the next day, I had to measure how much I drank, how much I peed and tred to choke down enough horrible hospital food to sustain me. But since I wasn’t going to be in all that long... or so I thought at the time... it was tolerable) Unfortunately my blood pressure wasn’t cooperating. Sunday afternoon the nurse came in to tell me that I’m to receive 2 steroid (Celestone) injections (to help develop the baby’s lungs... quickly), 13 hours apart, as a precaution in case I needed to be delivered early. My comment to that was "I won’t be going home Monday or Tuesday, will I?" "Probably not".. Big needles... in the butt... they HURT! Especially when one of them is at 3 a.m!

Monday, another ob/gyn was on call... this one was very nice, very patient, excellent bedside manner (though I’ve heard through the grapevine that he is a devil to work for), answered any and all questions I asked. That afternoon, I went down for the ultrasound... baby was moving like a fish and just doesn’t want to stay still for the tech (I think that was a sign of things to come LOL). That evening the doctor returned to see me with the u/s results, my aunt (the RN) was with me and he gave us the results. Baby was measuring size-wise around 27 weeks, but head was measuring on target at 30 weeks, weight was estimated around 1100 grams, my fluid levels were moderately low and he said that there is a good chance that they would need to deliver me within the next 2 days. The pediatricians were all out of town/going out of town and they were waiting for the replacement to arrive from Ottawa that night. At 9 p.m., the doctor returned and after talking with the covering ped, they came into talk to me, Mike, my parents and my aunt about what one can expect from a 30-week preemie. Of course, while they do tell you that there is good chance of survival, etc., they also tend to tell you more of the bad stuff. I ask if, IF we do have to deliver early, can I request a C-section? My gut reaction is that IF my baby is going to be early, I just want it delivered and taken to the NICU asap where it can be looked after, instead of putting an already very fragile and stressed baby through the added stress of a normal delivery. And I want to be knocked out... I cannot bear the thought of that needle going into my back for an epidural. By the time everybody leaves, my emotions are so spun out of whack... I know a lot more than they (the drs/nurses) think I do and way more than dh does... and my mind is going a mile a minute. Dh asks the nurse if I can have a sleeping pill and makes me take it... thinking that if I don’t I won’t get any sleep that night, he was probably right (but don’t tell him that)... but MAN, did I pee in the morning!! (usually I was up 3 or 4 times/night) LOL At that time, Mike was normally when out of town Wed/Thurs for his job, so he rearranged that to Thurs/Fri so that he could be here in case.

Tuesday, the doctor who admitted me is back and his attitude is to just wait and see what my regular ob/gyn says when he’s back the next day. I think it was this day that they also started me on BP pills twice a day.

Wednesday, my own ob/gyn came to see me. He reviewed the chart/tests and decided that I will most likely not be delivering that week (oh blessed relief!), he said they’d try to get me to 32 weeks, at which time they’d do another u/s... see how things were and if they could hold off some more... all depending on that fine line between the environment being better or worse of the baby inside the womb

Between Thurs - Sat, my meds were upped until I was taking them 4 x/day. I had to sleep half sitting up because I have an awful heavy weighty feeling in my chest ... they even called the on-call doctor in to check me out but he couldn’t figure it out, said it was just the baby pressing on my diaphragm, but I know now it was the increasing BP, and I keep getting headaches (also from the rising BP). Saturday a.m., my BP was up to 170/100 but after I got up to go to the bathroom, it went down.

At 6 a.m. Sunday, at exactly 31 weeks, my BP was up and stayed up... bounced around from 170/110 to 169/113 to 174/109 to 180/100 and up and down like that. The nurse called my ob/gyn who just happened to be there delivering a baby. She then hooked my up to an IV with more BP meds... but it still stayed up. She also asked me if I’d drank anything that a.m. (I had had a couple sips of water that was it) and tolds me not to drink any more. I asked her if she thought they might need to deliver and if I should call Mike just in case... she very vaguely agreed (how stupid does she think I am????) My doctor arrived and then had to consult with another ob/gyn (the 2nd one I’d seen) as he was going off call at 7 a.m. In the meantime they had me hooked up to an automatic BP cuff that is checking my BP every minute or so. I call my aunt, Mike arrives and calls my parents. The day nurse was more forthcoming with info and told us that she figures it would be sometime in the afternoon by the time things were ready if they decided to go ahead and deliver. Then we have to talk to another ped (also a covering one) about what one expects from a 31-weeker. My aunt arrived just before they whisk me down to the OR (in the end I didn’t have to fight for a c-section... they wanted baby out asap! LOL). And they did give me an epidural. So much for "sometime in the afternoon".

Mike says he watched the whole thing via the reflection in the mirrors around the lights... all I could feel was sensations of pulling and tugging... it was weird but neat. At 11:53 a.m. Janessa Belén Nancy was born.... kicking and screaming! You can not imagine how it felt to hear her cry... nobody could tell us if she would even be breathing on her own (despite the steroid injections). All I could say was "she’s crying!" After they did whatever it is they did to her and wrapped her in a blanket, they brought her over just long enough to put the matching bands on my wrist/her ankle. All I remember is letting her grab hold of my finger and seeing this purplish/red wrinkled screaming face and black, black eyes and thinking she looked just like a purple monkey. I’m sorry, but it’s true. LOL Mike says I took her hand and put her thumb in her mouth to try to calm/quiet her, but I don’t remember it that way.

She weighed the grand total of 2 lbs. 12 oz and was only 16 inches long, due to IUGR she was closer to the size of a 27-28 weeker, her back from buttocks to neck would have fit perfectly in the palm of our hand. She spent the first day or part of the day under an oxyhood and then was in the incubator. She was breathing completely on her own and was only on supplemental O2 for 6 days because she was working too hard and had an IV for those 6 days as well. For 2 of those first 6 days she was on a CPAP machine for some apnea spells and spent a day under the bili lights for a touch of jaundice. Because of my condition I was unable to see her for the first 2 days. I was on all kinds of lovely meds including magnesium sulfate that made me drift and float and not care about anything and they were also afraid I was going to go into convulsions and other lovely things that can happen with pre-eclampsia when it gets really, really bad. I had to make due with 2 poleroids from the NICU and a collage my parents made with pictures from their digital camera.

Janessa was a week or so old before I was allowed to hold her, spent 3.5 weeks in the incubator and then she was moved to a regular cot (they said that was earlier than normal but even with the temperature down she was sweating like you wouldn’t believe), she took to the bottle and breast like a champ (and got mad when they’d tube her to give her a break), and came home just in time for Thanksgiving after only 33 days in the NICU weighing 4 lbs. 6 oz (also earlier than initially anticipated).

She has been a fighter from day one, never really having any of the problems they expect a preemie to have... the biggest hurdles for her were to gain weight, learn to eat, and maintain her temperature.

Today she is a happy, healthy 3-year-old, weighes over 30 lbs, and over 36 inches tall. She has been caught up since well before her first birthday (even walking at 11.5 months actual/9.5 corrected!) and has absolutely no lasting effects from being a preemie Biggrin She is a true miracle in so many ways.

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(I was just going to copy my original birth story, but realized I should probably lead up to that day)

Exactly a week before Caitlin was born, I started having problems. On January 3, 2004 (a Saturday) we had a Christmas party with my dad's side of the family. It was late when we left so Mike and I went straight home. I can't remember the exact times here, but I know we headed right to bed because it had been a long day. Again, I don't know what time it was in the morning, but very early in the morning I woke up unable to breath, with horrible pains in the upper part of my stomach, and feeling like I was going to be sick (not a pleasant combination, let me tell you). I ran out of bad and sat myself in front of the toilet. I never threw up, but felt like I was about to several times. After about five or ten minutes, I picked myself up off the floor (at this point I was in severe pain and having trouble getting around) and dragged myself back to our bed. By the time I got back into bed, I was in tears. Mike had woken up when I jumped out of bed and so when I came back in tears he asked what was wrong. I told him that I didn't know, but that I couldn't breath and that I hurt...A LOT. He asked if we needed to call the doctor, I said no (as dumb as it sounds, I was always scared to call the doctor incase there was bad news...), and then he asked if there was anything he could do. I told him I didn't know (at this point I'm sobbing). I got back out of bed and he helped me run a hot bath and get into the tub (I had read somewhere that warm baths help with your stomach cramps up, so I figured it would be worth a shot). I stayed in that tub until I looked like a prune. While I was in there, it did help ease the pain, so I thought it was okay to get out. Boy was I wrong. As soon as I was out and dried off, the pain was back and I could barely stand up straight. I didn't know what to do, so we just went back to bed and eventually the pain lessened and I got a few hours of sleep. The next day I seemed to be fine, so I just ignored it.

During the next week of work, I went home twice and called in one night (I was on third shift) because of the same problems (the first night I had to go home, it was so bad that Mike had to drive me home..we work at the same place). After the first night of having to go home, I called the doctor and explained what had happened to them. Instead of seeing me to make sure everything was okay, they said that the shortness of breath was probably just due to the baby pushing up into my ribs. They said that if I started running a fever, to call them back and they would get me in. Now, even though they didn't seem worried, I knew something wasn't right..especially when it continued to happen.

Oh before I go on, I need to note that at that time we were working 6 and 7 days a week.

So, the Friday before Caitlin was born, we worked that night. I was usually was just seated in a chair at the end of the production line (we work in a factory) because I was on restricted duty due to earlier back pain (my job requires a lot of lifting and I tend to lift 800 to 1000lbs a night). Well that night I was bored and they were having a little trouble in another spot. So I decided that since all I had to do was stand there and fix rows of cookies that came down the line, I figured I could help out. The whole time I was there, people kept checking on me. The supervisor came over several times to make sure I was okay and would ask if I wanted a chair to sit on or anything. And then the lady running the wrapper (the thing that puts the cookies into packages) was always checking too. At one point during the night she said something about how I needed to take it easy because she didn't want that baby born on the production line (let me tell you, she got crap for that one when I finally saw her again..LOL). We finished work at 7am and then headed home to get a little nap in before the baby shower (our baby shower was at 2:00pm on January 10 (that Saturday). Mike and I both had vacation in for that night, so we weren't too worried about getting tons of sleep.

So we got up at about noon and got ready to go. We met my mom at the church (where the shower was taking place) at about 1:00pm or so and helped set things up (even though I still wasn't allowed to do much). Guests started arriving a little after 2:00pm and the shower got started. They started out with a couple games and then took a break for some food. Mike and I had barely gotten to eat anything when they decided that we should open our presents since some people had to get going soon. That really wasn't a big deal to us, we figured we will just eat as we open (I didn't get much of anything to eat..which wasn't real nice..lol). So we proceded to open gifts. We got to our last gift (this is probably around 4:00pm or so). It was a stroller/carseat combo from Mike's parents (we only knew that because they told us what they were getting a long time before that). As I squatted down to unwrap it, I felt the strangest sensation. It was kind of a 'plop' feeling. Kind of like if you were getting your period or something. It's hard to explain. Even though I really had no idea what it was, I knew I needed to leave the room (keep in mind our birthing classes weren't scheduled until the following Saturday..). I started to back up and my mom gave me a weird look and asked were I was going. I looked at her, lowered my voice, and said "I think my water broke". She gave me this horrified/shocked look and said "what?!" I repeated myself and we left for the bathroom..without saying a word to anyone..even my poor husband (I didn't want to freak him out incase it was nothing). We weren't even down the hall when my mom looked at me and said 'oh shit'. I kept going towards the bathroom and she ran back for Mike. I had no idea what she saw, but as soon as I was in a stall I found out. When I lowered my pants, all I saw was blood...and lots of it. I immediately started shaking. My mom and Cheri (Mike's mom) came into the bathroom and asked if I was okay (they were a lot calmer than me, which helped a lot). I said that I thought so, but that there was a lot of blood. A friend of mine was in there at this time too (she had just had a baby about 5 months before) and she said that it was okay, that she had some blood when her water broke too (I think she was honestly just trying to help keep me calm...every time I spoke, my voice just shook I was so scared). Mike came to check on me and then ran to get the car ready. I came out of the stall and stood in the doorway waiting for him to come back in. As I stood there, I everything got blurry and I almost passed out (not sure if it was from the blood loss or the shock of everything that was happening). Mike came back to get me and I was helped to the car (the poor people inside still had no idea what was going on). We got in the car and followed my mom to the hospital here in town (the hospital here actually doesn't deliver babies anymore...the hospital we had planned on is about 20 minutes from here, but mom asked where I wanted to go, and I said it was safer to go here in town first...good choice on my part). My mom went in first and came back out with an ER nurse and a wheelchair. I was taken into one of the emergency room, rooms and they helped me undress and get onto the table. Now, it wasn't until they got the fetal monitor hooked onto my belly and the nurse asked me if I was having contractions, that they started. And let me tell you, they were horrible (I will explain why later). My doctor got there (my mom made them call him..apparently they weren't going to) within probably the first ten minutes we were there.

The first thing he says to me is "what are you trying to do? get me in trouble? I missed your birth, do you think I'm going to miss this one too? I don't think so". That was the only smile they got out of me (my doctor is awesome). He checked me to see if I had dialated, which I never did, told the nurses to give me something to stop the contractions (I can't remember what it was called though..I'm sure someone else can help me with that), and he left to see if he could get an ultrasound done immediately. So while we waited, they got an IV going in my right arm/hand (can't remember which IV was in the hand and which was just below in my wrist) to stop contractions. Whatever they used only worked for a few minutes (maybe 10 at the most and it could only be given every half hour I believe..) and it made my whole arm ice cold. They were also trying to keep an eye on the baby's heartbeat, but couldn't keep it on the monitor, which seemed to worry everyone. My doctor came back in and I was taken off to another room for an ultrasound (Mike was by my side the whole time). When the ultrasound was performed, all they could see was blood. They couldn't see where it was coming from or what it was coming from (they didn't tell us all that though..they were trying to keep us calm, which I do appreciate...there was an awesome staff working in the ER that night..we were very lucky to have such great people). I was wheeled back into the other room and waited for my doctor.

He told the staff that they needed to prepare for an emergency c-section. I don't know who, but one of the doctors working that night told him that they weren't set up for that situation and he told him that they better be really quick or he was going to be doing the c-section himself, right there in that room. He said that he wasn't losing anyone that night. So a surgeon from our original hospital was called and he was there in nothing flat (remember he was about 20 minutes away, but he was there in about 10...not sure how fast he was going). He came in and explained that they were going to be performing an emergency c-section, but that there was still a chance that the baby may not make it. When he finished, he left the room, and I broke into tears. I was so scared. Mike was trying to be strong and trying to tell me it was going to be okay (he never cried while I was there, but as soon as I was in surgery I guess he went and broke down in the chapel...he's amazing...he was so strong for me). The nurses came back in and started another IV in my left hand/arm that was going to be used for the blood transfusion (I had lost a lot of blood and needed more). I was wheeled to the elevator and then to the OR. At the doors of the OR, is where Mike and I parted. Because of the seriousness of the situation, they didn't have time for him to scrub up, and so he wasn't allowed in the room. They finished prepping me (putting a cathetor, strapping my arms down, and other things...it happened so fast, I'm not really sure of what all was done) and then I was knocked out (they had no time to wait for a spinal or epidural to take effect, so I was not awake for Caitlin's birth). I don't remember ever going under, I just remember the mask being put on and me getting really scared. That's it.

Caitlin Aeris Gehrke was born at 6:54pm and I was told that she came out pink and screaming. I guess when she was born, one of the nurses came running out to find Mike. She ran into the waiting room and said "It's a....wait, where's dad?". They pointed her into another room and she went running in there to tell him "It's a girl! And she's pink and screaming!" and then he was allowed to see her.

I was taken into a recovery room and prepped for my ambulance ride to another hospital. I was still out of it when they wheeled her to by me before she was loaded onto the helicopter (she was flighted to the NICU of the other hospital we were headed to). I couldn't really see her, but it was good to know she was okay (at that time I was in so much pain that I couldn't concentrate on much anyways).

So:

Caitlin Aeris Gehrke was born on January 10, 2004 at 6:54pm. She was born 6 weeks early by an emergency c-section due to a placenta abruption (which was the cause of my contractions being so bad..apparently that causes the contractions to come one on top of another, with no breaks in between).

Caitlin spent the next 17 days in the NICU of the Theda Clark hospital (I spent 4 days in the hospital). I was probably a good week before we were allowed to hold her. She was only on a ventilator for about 4 days due to her lungs not being completely formed, but she stayed in the isolet for a couple weeks. She never learned how to latch on properly so I pumped breastmilk for 3 weeks before it was too painful and we had to switch to formula (I still feel bad about that, but I was in tears every time I pumped..which was every three hours night and day).

When she came home she had to be woken up every three hours to eat (again, night and day) and was wrapped like a little baby burrito (I'm sure you all now that look). At 8 weeks old we finally asked if she could sleep through the night, since she had done it already (she had started waking every three hours, so we didn't set an alarm at night..one night she slept all night). So she started sleeping through the night at 8 weeks old and still does it now (12 to 14 hours a night thank you). She honestly hasn't been behind in anything so far. She's actually ahead of or right with other babies born when she was and she ahead of babies that were born when she was suppose to be born (she's been able to stand alone since she was five months old...no she couldn't pull up, but when you picked her up she would grab onto things and stand there and get mad if you took her away..lol).

She's now almost 11 months old (9.5 I think in her adjusted age..I'm not positive because I never go by that since she's ahead of those that age..for the most part) and getting ready to walk. She is honestly the best baby you could ask for. She is so happy and never fusses (and she has 8 teeth..8th one I felt today actually Smile ) and she hasn't been sick once since she was born (that actually scares me..LOL). We've definitely been blessed with a little angel.

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At about 28wks I started to have really bad headaches. One day they were super bad and made me cry so my MIL who is a nurse said one of the things she knew that caused headaches was high blood pressure. So she layed me down and took my bp which I do believe was something like 140/90 something(dont remember all details). She then told me I should call my doctor and see what he thought about this. He told me to come to the hospital to be monitered. With this being my first pregnancy and so young I was totally freaked out and couldnt stop crying. So we spent the night at the hospital being monitered and the next day we were sent home and put on bedrest. I then started weekly appointments to moniter my bp. It stayed elevated but I had no other side effects of pre elclampsia til my 33wk check up. I went into see the doctor on Feb.12th. I did my urine drop and then sat in the room ready for the rest of my appointment. The nurse then came in and asked me what I had had to drink that day and I told her only water. She then checked my bp and it was up so she had me lay down on my side and went and got the doctor. He then came in and retook my bp and it was still up so he told me he would like me to go to the hospital to be monitered and to do a 24hr urine drop to test to see how much protein was in it. I couldnt stop crying and didnt understand what I had done wrong for this to be happening to me. So we drove home and packed up the things we would need for the hospital and went there. Well we were monitered and did the urine drop and everything was pretty much staying the same even with strict bedrest so on Feb 16th we were sent for an ultrasound to see how much the baby weighed it was at this time we found out we were having a little boy and that he was close to 5lbs. After the doctor found out the results of the ultrasound he told us it was in the best interest to deliever the baby. So that night they gave me a sleeping pill so I could get a full nights rest and ready to be induced the next morning. Even with the pill I couldnt sleep all that well I was just to scared and worried for my baby. So that next morning I was woke at 6am to take a shower and do what I had to do to be ready and at 7am all my family and Dh's family showed up at the hospital and wished me well and goo luck. Dh was the only one allowed in the room with me. At 7 the put a pill like thing into my cervix to help soften it and told me this could possibly have me contracting and it did. They werent all that strong but I still cried with them. Around noon or so they checked me and I was 2cm and then broke my water and started pitocen. Around this time I also started to feel real shaky and told the nurse who told my doctor and he yelled at her about not giving me the magnesium(sp) for my bp. When they put that in I got extremly hot and thought I was on fire and even got sick. Now Im not to sure of times because I could have cared less with trying to deal with the contractions. But I do know it took me forever to dilate btu at about 5 or 6 I was checked and only about 4cm so they gave me a shot of Nubane(sp). This put me asleep and helped me to rest a bit. At about 830pm I was woke back up by my contractions and checked by my doctor I was at 9cm. All I could do was cry because they hurt so bad and then I had this huge urge to go to the bathroom and I told Dh to go get the nurse. So the doctor tried to check me and I kicked him because it hurt so bad and he told me to push. I screamed at him and the nurse that I didnt have any idea what I was doing and there was no way this baby was coming out of me. At this time there was about 5 nurses, a pedi, my doctor, and Dh in the room. With 3 strong pushes in 6mintues and at 911pm Quinton Trey was brought into this world screaming his little head off weighing 4lbs 9oz and 17in long. He was then taken away to be worked on and I was fixed up and tooken back to my room. I then fell right to sleep with everyone speaking to me as I was exhausted. At about 2am or so I was woken telling me my baby had gone into respitary(sp) distress and was being sent to Childrens Hospital. All I could do was cry cause I had yet to even see my baby. I called Dh and my mother and told them to get back to the hospital. Everyone was there within an half hour. They brought Quinton into me so I could touch him and see him then took my baby away. Dh followed him to hospial to make sure he got checked in ok. I was not discharged from the hospital til Thur. and I had had him on Mon. all I could do was cry in the hospital everytime I heard a baby cry. When I finally got to see him he was so tiny but I got to hold him and feed him. And that Sunday he was discharged home. He is now a very active almost 2yr old weighing about 23lbs and 33in long. He does have asthma and allergies but other then that is perfect.

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Kaya Elisabeth’s Birth Story

At 30wks. I went into the OB's for a normal check up and while doing an internal they noted that I was a fingertip dialated and 80% effaced. So off to the hospital I went. I was given 2 shots of Terbutaline and stayed over night. I went home and was told not to do anything. So I went back 2 days later for another check up and was now effaced 90%. So it was off to the hospital again for 3 days and was given 2 steroid shots to develope the babies lungs. I was released home on strict bed rest and Terbutaline pills until 34 weeks, and then what I call "house arrest" until 36 weeks.

Well I guess I would say that it all started with me going off of the Terbutaline on Thursday December 11. Nothing that I noticed unusual except for some loose bowl moments. Friday all day I was having slight lower back pain and shrugged it off as constipation, as it had been so many times before. Well the lower back pain progressively got worse, so I took some stool softeners. My sister was here, and when Josh got home from work around 7:30 he went to get stuff to fix us hamburgers for dinner. We ate dinner and I was just having a time with the back pain. Around 10:30pm I tried to go to the bathroom but had no success. It was then that I noticed when I wiped I had some red blood streaks in my vaginal discharge. I called my midwife and she said that it was probably bloody show and that it could mean that labor was immanent or could be a few days off and to just watch it. And if I noticed any other symptoms to call back.

I decided to go up to bed around 11:00pm, and Josh followed. Well as soon as I got comfortable I notice a small popping feeling and something in my underwear. I got up to go to the bathroom and realized really soon that it was not pee… my water had broke. I called my midwife back and she asked me if it was clear, which it was, and that to take my time to get ready and come to the hospital. We got there a little after 11:30pm and I was taken to a holding room, as they needed to clean a LDR room for my use. While in the holding room they checked my cervix, and I was already dilated to 4cm and 90% effaced. I still had no real contractions and was then moved to my LDR room. Unfortunately I had to get an IV stared right away since I had my Strep B test on Wednesday. But they did not have the results, and to be safe they needed to start me on antibiotics. I had just gotten into the bed a little after midnight and started to get some noticeable contractions. Then they started to come with a vengeance to the point where I was about to rip the rails off the bed. My lower back was in so much pain, and the contractions were not letting me rest in between. One would start, peak, come down and go right back up again. Around 1:00am I decided that there was no way that I was going to be able to have enough energy to push when the time came, so I asked for an epidural. I had gone natural for long enough. They check my cervix, and in just a little over an hour I had gone from 4cm to 7cm. No wonder I was in pain. Things were going a little too fast, so I went to empty my bladder and came back and braved the epidural. Which to my amazement I took with no flinching at all.

Finally I was able to rest and get some sleep, and the contractions slowed down just enough so that I had a chance to catch my breath. I woke up around 5:30am and told Josh that I was starting to get a lot of pressure in my back; they gave me another round of epidural and that seemed to help. A little after 6:30am I needed to push, so the midwife came in, and to my surprise my very first push was very productive. Unfortunately, though, my contractions were coming in clusters and not in a steady pattern. I would push for a good three to five times and then have period of about 5 to 10 min. rest. This went on for a while, close to 2 hours in fact. A little before 9:00am my midwife left the room and came back with the OB on call. They explained to me that I had been pushing for over 2 hours and the baby’s head just would not pass my pelvic bone and my cervix was starting to swell. They had to use the vacuum to get the head out. At that point I was so tired that I just wanted it out. The room soon filled with several nurses and doctors and they applied the Kiwi Palm Vacuum pump; we had seen it at our childbirth classes, so we knew what it was. The OB put the pump on and told me to push; there was some advancement but the pump came off. It took two more tries, and on the final try the head popped out followed by the shoulders, and then the rest of the baby just slipped out. Kaya was here at 9:15am weighing 6lb. 7oz. after about 9 hours of labor. They had Josh cut the cord and took her to the warmer to have the neonatologist check her over. Then they put her in a blanket and brought her over for me to see her. But she was then going to be taken to the Special Care Nursery because her blood pressure and color needed to be checked. But I was not done, because of the vacuum and the apparent reason of her having a bigger head I had torn very badly. Sorry for the TMI but I had a 3rd degree tear into my muscle straight down to my rectum. It did not go into my rectum, which was good, but I did require a lot of stitches. The OB said that had I gone full term that she would have put on too much weight that I would have not been able to have a vaginal birth.
Kaya spent 9 days in the SCN because of Jaundice and a Bradicardia episode soon after birth. She came home on December 22, 2003 a wonderful present for christmas.

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My preemie, Gabriella, is my second child. I had a very boring first pregnancy. I went to term and had a healthy 8 lb, 9 oz baby boy, Justin. We did have fertility problems, but after taking clomid for 1 month I conceived Justin. We had the same fertility problems trying to conceive Gabriella, only it took 3 months of clomid before we got pregnant. I was very sick with this pregnancy. The "morning sickness" hit me every single night. I did not gain much weight at all. By the time I hit 28 weeks I had only gained 6 pounds. At my 28 week appointment my blood pressure was elevated. I laughed it off and told the nurse it was because I had just been with my mother. There was trace amount of protein in my urine and I gained 2 pounds in two weeks. That was a lot for me since I had only gained 6 pounds my entire pregnancy up until that point. She had me lay down on my left side and my pressure went back to normal. My doctor attributed it to the season (it was 1 week before Christmas) and told me to take it easy. I went back the following week and had a 6 pound gain...in 1 week. I was a little puffy, my gorgeous brand new high heeled boots didn't fit and I just bought them 2 weeks ago. Again, I figured because I was running around getting ready for Christmas. I had +1 protein in my urine and my blood pressure was sky high. I also told my doctor that I had a pain under my rib cage. She asked if I had a headache and I told her I've had the same headache for the past week, and I've been seeing spots. I figured it was just my usual migraine that I always get so I blew it off. My doctor was even more concerned now and sent me for stat blood work at the hospital (this was on December 23rd). She told me she feared I had the starts of pre-eclampsia. But the blood work results were in the next day and all came back okay. My doctor was still concerned and told me to have my brother in law (an ER nurse) check my blood pressure the following week to be sure it was okay.

My brother in law came over on December 31st and was concerned because I was just sitting there and my face was flushed and my heart was racing. My blood pressure was very high. He told me to call my doctor immediately or he was going to drive me straight to the ER. I called my doc. She told me to go get checked at L&D. By this point I was just starting my 31st week. When I went to the hospital my blood pressure was sky high. They immediately put me in a bed and had me lay on my left side. They gave me aldomet (a blood pressure med) and waited to see if my pressure came down. It came down a bit so they told me I could go home, but I was to get right into bed and lay on my left side. They also had me do a 24 hour urine. I had to go back to the hospital the next morning for another blood pressure check. When I went back it was still sky high, even with the medication. They put me in bed and told me they were admitting me. She told me I would not be leaving any time soon. I was not even aloud to get up to use the bathroom, nor was I aloud to shower, walk around, or even sit up. I had to lay on my left side. The way the room was set up, laying on my left side was facing me right into the bathroom. The TV was behind me so I couldn't even watch TV.

I wasn't passing any urine at all. I attributed it to the fact I had to use a bed pan, and I could NOT use a bed pan. I begged them to let me get up to pee, but my blood pressure was at 198/110. They told me I could have a seizure or stroke if I got up. Everything was in a daze. A neonatologist came in to see me and tell me what would happen with the baby once delivered. I don't remember what she said because all I kept thinking is, "she's in the wrong room, I'm going home tomorrow, I'm not delivering early". But the next day they transferred me out of L&D and put me in a private room on the post pardum wing (right around the corner from L&D). The blood pressure medication was increased and my pressure came down nicely. My doctor told me I could get up to use the bathroom but then I had to get right back into bed and back on the monitor. I was on a continuous fetal monitor. The baby's heart beat sounded great and strong, but she was non reactive. I didn't think it was serious. I figured she was just lazy or sleepy. But NOW (1 year after the fact) I know how serious it was. They did ultrasounds daily and did blood work twice a day. When they did the ultrasounds they would stare at the screen until they saw her arm twitch. Most babies are moving around and kicking, they were praying for at least a twitch. But I figured as long as we heard a heart beat she was okay. Boy was I wrong.

On Jan 6th my doctor was very concerned with the results of the constant fetal monitoring and the ultrasound. She told me they would most likely deliver within the week. My blood work was also starting to change. The next morning, Jan 7th, my blood work came back bad. My kidney's were failing, I had +4 protein in my urine (it had been around +2 up until that point), my platelets were going down and my uric acid was going up (or vice versa...I can't remember). But whatever it was, my doctor said we needed to deliver immediately. They brought me back to the OR and gave me a spinal block. The baby was out within 10 minutes. She wasn't crying, I was panicking, and my husband was trying to reassure me that she was okay. She finally cried and I was relieved. I saw her briefly and gave her a little kiss, then off to the NICU. She weighed 4 pounds 3.5 ounces and was 17 inches long. A big preemie.

I was still in pretty bad shape during recovery. My blood pressure was still very high. It slowly came back down and the next day I was able to go see Gabriella in the NICU. I couldn't walk though, I was still very sick and could barely keep my eyes open. The first time we saw her, after the vigorous scrubbing in process, I stood next to her and she stopped breathing. Scared the crap out of me. The next few weeks it was the norm, but I wasn't expecting it at that point.

Gabriella was on CPAP for like 2 weeks and had a feeding intolerance. They did x-rays every day, gave her several rounds of antibiotics, and kept her in the incubator. We were only aloud to hold her for 15 minutes at a time. When she was being treated for jaundice we weren't aloud to hold her at all.

The day I left the hospital without my daughter was the hardest day of my life. I was in a serious depression, but had to push through it because I had a 2 year old at home. I went to the hospital every day and sat with my baby. She wasn't getting any better, so after 3 weeks we had her transferred to a Children's Hospital.

At the Children's Hospital we were aloud to be active with her care. We took her temp every 3 hours, changed all of her diapers, held her ALL day long, sang to her and rocked her, gave her baths, changed the sheets on her crib, etc. I was very happy with her being there. But she was still not getting any better. We would drop my 2 year old off at my mom's by 7:00 a.m. every morning and were at the hospital in time for rounds at 7:30. We stayed with her until 11:00 every night. The only time I left her side while we were there was to go pump my breast milk, but my husband was with her while I did that.

After lots of tests her digestive tract was finally mature enough to tolerate feeds. We started her off with 1 cc every 3 hours, then increased it to 3, etc. Very small amounts, very small increases. By the time she was discharged she weighed 7 pounds even and was eating 80 cc's every 3 hours. She came home on February 24th, three days before her due date (February 27th). She was in the NICU for 7 very long weeks. The hardest 7 weeks of my life.

We brought her brother up to meet her for the first time on Valentine's Day. The first time he saw her he looked at me and said, "Mommy, baby has an ouchy on her nose (and pointed to the feeding tube). I'll kiss it all better (and he proceeded to kiss her nose). We then sat him on the rocking chair and put the bundled baby on his lap. He looked around proudly telling all of the nurses (who were all around watching and crying) that this was HIS baby sister. It was so sweet. Justin is Gabriella's first Valentine. It is one I will never forget. So when Gabriella came home on the 24th it was like she was always there. Justin adored her and is very protective of her.

Now Gabriella is 1 and doing great. She seems to be where she is supposed to be for a 1 year old. She weighs just about 23 pounds and is 30 inches long, in the 75th percentile for both. She crawls, stands, pulls herself up, waves high and bye, says dada, mama, baba, and of course HI which is her favorite. She's not walking yet, but I'm not worried at all. She has overcome so many obstacles already in her short life, I'm sure she will continue to overcome anything that gets in her way. She's going to be tested next week for food allergies, as she has real bad excema and her ped thinks it could be related to a food allergy. But we'll deal with it. She's my little fighter. My precious angel.

As for me, my doctor suggested that I not have any more babies because she feels the pre-eclampsia will come back, but next time it will be earlier and more severe. If I decide I do want more kids I will go see a specialist first. If he/she says no way, then we will adopt in the future. But if he/she says it's a possibility then we MAY try. But that's FAR in the future.

Thanks for letting me share.

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I went into labor at around 11pm on Nov. 30 at 29wks 6days. I was taken to our local hospital, but they were more concerned about the amount of bleeding I was having than the labor. I had blood basically pouring out of me. They thought something had ruptured. I was flown to a hospital about 45 minutes away from my home. They were able to get the labor and bleeding stopped by around 4 am on Dec 1st. I stayed in the hospital in the high risk momuntil Dec 10. Around 5 am on that morning I woke up and just didn't feel right. I was all the sudden very restless. I couldn't sit still, didn't want to eat, just felt funny. Around 8:30 they came down to take me to the monitoring center (every day I was there I was taken to the monitoring center for about 45 minutes so they could listen to his heartbeat and check for contractions). During my monitoring session, I had 5 contractions in about a half hour. They decided they wanted to keep monitoring me back in my room. They watched for about half an hour and the nurse said that she didn't see that I was having any contractions. I still felt like I was though. Around 11:30 the Dr came in and decided to move to labor and delivery just to be safe (at this point I had been on the High risk moms floor). They still hadn't done anything except for monitor for contractions. Around 12:30 the dr came in and decided they should check my cervix because I was having contractions about every 4-5 minutes. I was at 5 cm. They dr told the nurse to shut off the Magnesium Sulfate (that I had been on since Nov 30 to try and stop the contractions) and then told me that we were going to have a baby that day! Well I cried first because of the inital shock, but then I just started to do what I needed to get through it. They moved me to a birthing room about 1:30. At 2 they came in and gave me my epidural. By 2:30 that was running and things were feeling a little better for me. They checked me then and I was at around 6-7cm. They went ahead and broke my water. At around 4 the midwife came in (the team of doctors that I was being cared for by included four drs and a midwife). He asked how everything was checked the contractions and then left. He told my Dr that he thought I had a few more hours left. At about 4:30 I called the nurse and told her I felt like I needed to push. She checked me and I was at 10 cm and his head was starting to crown. She called the dr and I started pushing at about 4:40. Connor came at 4:52! They were all amazed at how big he was being I was at 31 wks. He started to make a little gurgling sound , so they rushed him over to the NICU team that was in the room. They did a little suction and then he started to cry. When I heard that, I started to cry too. THey got him stable and wrapped up in the blanket and then brought him over to me for a quick kiss on the cheek. It happened so fast, I didn't even get to really see what he looked like. After that, they delivered the placenta. They were shocked by what they had found. Hidden behind the placenta was a blood clot about 1/3 the size of the placenta. They are amazed that no one knew it was there. It never showed up on any of the u/s they did. They took cultures of the placenta and the clot to see if they can determine what may have caused the clot to form. After the birth I had to lay still until i was stable and they were certain my uterus was firming up. They had told me around 6:45 I would be able to go see Connor, but they weren't ready yet. I then had to wait until they did shift change at 7 It was about 7:45 that night before I finally got to go see Connor. And he looked beautiful! He is still doing amazing! So I guess that's it for his birth story.

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Thalia's Birth

Well, I actually wasn't even due until April 22, 2004.
I started having these "cramps" on the 12th of February, walking around, of all places, a scrapbooking store!! I can't even tell you what they felt like, not like period cramps and not painful, just different. I called my OB's office and they told me to just keep track of them and if they got worse to call. This was Wednesday, around 1:30 in the afternoon. I just thought maybe I was doing too much, I had worked all day the day before and figured my body was telling me to rest. It wasn't that at all...
Thursday rolls around and I'm still having them, at this point I'm thinking, what is going on. So, I went to the hospital, where they told me I was having Braxton Hicks and sent me home. (I had gone Wed also, and had been sent home) Now, i know Braxton Hicks don't get closer together and more intense, so Friday morning, around 6am, they were worse. On the way to the hospital, I was having them 4 minutes apart!! And I was ready to rip someone's head off at the hospital for sending me home. I was in Triage and my cervix was checked, by the nurse-I was 2 centimeters dialated-a few minutes later (might have been 10-30mins) I was checked by the on duty Doc, not two minutes after he checked me, my water broke....I thought I was just leaking, you know, pee. I could have sworn that's what it was!! It was amniotic fluid. This is freaking me out, I didn't want to have her early, her room wasn't even ready!!
So, I get admitted,and I told that I have to stay in bed until it's time. Thye put me on MagSulfate, which I had breakthrough contractions and they decided to give me the steriod injections for her lungs, since she's only 30 weeks gestation. I'm praying the whole time, Please God, let her be safe and healthy...I've never prayed so much in my LIFE!!!
I was having this pain in my lower abdomen and they thought I was having kidney stones again (I'd had them at Christmas) so they just assumed that's what it was this time. A renal untrasound was done, but no sign of stones. At the same time, I asked the tech if she could check on the size of the baby. She told me 2lbs 3 oz....I was scared out of my mind. This was Saturday-late afternoon. Well, I just didn't know what to think. It seemed like the pain slowed down, and I slept....then I wake up-in complete darkness, which surprised me, since nurses usually have some kind of light on. I felt this pressure in my pelvis and felt like I really had to poo and it's not stopping, there's no one around and I was yelling, not screaming, since it didn't really hurt. I just didn't know what to do and I don't know why it never occured to me to press the nurses call button!! I felt like a total spaz. I remember someone telling me I was 6 centimeters and after that, it was a whirlwind of nurses and doctors. I was told not to push, which seemed like the hardest thing to NOT do!! Finally, I was told to push and I did, two times with this wildly burning sensation all the while, and my daughter was born. Just like that, she was here and I only got to see her for a few seconds-long enough to kiss her. I didn't even find out until later how much she weighed. it was Sunday, February 15th at 7:19am. Thalia was whisked away to the NICU, I got to hold her for the first time 5pm that day. (I was told I had to rest-I didn't want to-I wanted to see and hold my daughter so badly) She came so quickly, that my family missed it. My aunt got there just in time to hold my hand so I could deliver the placenta, everyone else came after...
I found out a few days later that i had a ruptured appendix (duh) which brought on my labor. I had my appendix removed that Friday (to go through labor without being torn or cut, then to have surgery anyway!!)
Thank God my girl is fine. She was 3lbs 8oz when she was born. My little miracle. Those first days in the NICU, what a scary time for a first time mom!! (single mom, too) I got to bring her home when she was 3 weeks old, on a apnea/brady monitor (hated it!!) Now to look at her, you wouldn't even know that she was premature.[/quote]

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i had a pretty normal pregnancy, no morning sickness, but a lack of energy. every once in a while i would have spotting and when i went to the hosp. they would send me home and tell me to take it easy. try telling your 20 y/o DH that the Dr. said no more :sex: ! well we still did on occasion and on april 20th at 11:30pm after doing so, i got the worst cramps. so, thinking it was just dinner, i went and sat on the toilet with a magazine. after a little while it got worse and then i saw the blood. i wasn't just spotting this time. i screamed for my DH and we rushed to the hosp. we were in the army and i had a midwife so i had only one u/s at about 10-12 weeks. when i got to the hosp. i was looked at by several different people, with no help. i remember at one point there were about 8 people standing around me and someone said "theres so much blood i can't see anything" i remember getting the IVs and feeling so cold. i was going into shock and my body was just trembling. i thought i was having a miscarraige. what really happened was that i had a septate uterus. a deformaty that can't be seen until you are far enough along. there was a septum that caused my uterus to be in 2 seperate chambers. my daughter got so big that she couldn't move, and my placenta was tearing away. there was a Dr. who was just visiting from washington DC who ended up delivering my daughter by c-section. at 12:45am. i was knocked out completely and when i was woken up i saw an incubator next to me with my tiny baby inside. i had only been 26 weeks along and she was only 1 lb. 12 oz. 13 3/4 in. long. the Dr. said "this is your little girl. she has 10 fingers and 10 toes but she can't breathe on her own so we have to take her to another hospital where she can be taken care of." i didn't see her for a week. when i got out of the hosp i went to visit her in the NICU once but because my c/s wasn't healing properly they called it an open wound and told me that i had to stay home until it closed. i felt so guilty. it was my body that caused the baby to be so early and sick and i couldn't even hold her. finally i got to go see her, and i stayed with her from open to close. when she finally reached 2 1/2 lbs we could hold her but only for a 1/2 hour per day. Tatum was intubated for a long time until her lungs developed enough for her to try room air. she went many times from the resporator to the canula and c-pap. at 2 weeks old Tatums bowels ruptured from NEC and she had to have surgery. they didn't have to remove any of her intestnes, they just overlapped some and she had to have a g-tube and an illiostomy bag. the surgery was reversed at 3 months old and Tatum got to come home on July 29th. exactly 100 days later. 2 days after her due date! she was 3 1/2 months old and weighed 5 lb. 8 oz. she is now almost 7 years old and besides the scars on her belly you would never know she was ever a preemie. she is a beautiful healthy little girl. i do think she has seperation anxiaties from being left alone every night. a year later i went to wash.DC and had a procedure done to correct my uterus. they basically hollowed it with a tiny mellon baller! before the surgery i was told i had a very high chance of another premature delivery or even misscarraige. afterwards i was given an 85% chance of going full term. in 2002 i had my son, also by c/s but at 39 weeks! i am now on my 3rd pregnancy and i have the exact same due date as my daughter, July 27th! trust me the tubes will be tied after this! congrats to all the parents of preemies! they are true miracles and the people of the NICU are guardian angels!

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I was 35 weeks pregnant with my 3rd child. My OB said that they baby looked small and scheduled a non stress test for the following week. I had it done on a Monday 36 weeks. He sent me to a bigger high trauma hospital for a level II ultrasound for upcoming Wednesday. I had my ultrasound at 9 am. I was told they had to get the baby out asap. He was severely growth restricted and his cord blood flow was barely keeping him alive. 9 out of 10 babies with the same cord issue are stillborn. They were afraid he wouldn't make it through a vaginal birth(my prevoius children were both vaginal) So I was sent to have an emergancy c section. At 2:13pm Mason Ryan was born, weighing 2lbs 7ozs, 15 1/4 inches long. His apgars were 9 and 9. He never even required O2. Mason spent 6 weeks 1 day in the NICU. Requiring treatment for Jaundice, hypoglycemia, ROP, PDA and reflux. When he was released he weighed 4lbs 9ozs. His ongoing issues include reflux and slow weight gain. He is 16lbs8ozs at 14 months.

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I had a very routine pregnancy. Everything was going perfectly and nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course that was until the 33rd week...

On Sunday, I started getting a cold. It had been a stressful few days because my aunt had died and it was my anniversary and we went away for the weekend. So between the trip, the wake, and the funeral, I just figured it was wearing me out. As the week past, I kept getting sicker and sicker. I wasn't eating much. I couldn't sleep at all because I had pulled my shoulders and my ribs with all of my coughing. I was in so much pain. I would take baths at 2 am in the jet tub we have. On thursday I started getting a low fever (100 ish) and called my OB. I had a regular appointment Friday morning, so she said to keep checking it and take some tylenol to bring it down. Friday morning I went to the appointment and was still feeling horrible. I had protein in my urine and he thought it might be toxiemia, but my blood pressure was normal (I have low bp). He sent me for blood work and said he would call to check on me that afternoon. I went home and tried to rest. When my dh came home, he took one look at me and was very concerned. He took my temp and it had jumped to 102.5. He called the ob and they said to come in to the hospital.

We packed a bag just in case I had to stay overnight. I figured I was dehydrated and they would give me some fluids. We check in to the hospital at 5:30pm. They take my temp and it is up over 103 at this point. They hook me up to the fetal monitor and all of a sudden there are 5 people in my little curtained area. Molly's heartrate was very low. In a very scary flurry, they called a "code white" and packed me up and took me upstairs to the OR prep area. They did and ultrasound to check on her and she was breech still. Then her heartrate stabilized and they decided to try to stabilize us both and not deliver her.

They moved me to a labor and delivery room. I was hooked up to oxygen and all types of monitors. By now, they had determined that I had pnemonia. My fever was still high (no idea what... I was very out of it at this point) so they started packing me in ice and cooling blankets to try and bring it down. All the while her heartrate would drop, then stabilize, then drop again. They thought she was squeezing her umbilical cord. Then something happened and there were 10 people in my room all of a sudden. Then we stabilized again and everyone left.

I couldn't get up because of all the monitors and oxygen so they put in a catheter. About 5 minutes after that, I feel a huge pop and a gush of fluid. My water had broken. Then all hell broke loose. They called a second "code white." All the while dh had been by my side. They wheeled me off to the OR and said that dh might not be able to come in. I was all of a sudden alone under bright lights and orders were being barked at me to move to another table. I know they were very concerned (they later told dh they almost lost her), but I was terrified. I love my ob... it was the first time I had met him that morning because he was usually in another office in the practice I was using... but while I was on my side as they put the spinal block in, he came up to my head and told me it was going to be all right. That made a huge difference in my attitude. Thankfully, since the spinal worked, dh was allowed to come in.

At 8:29pm Molly was born, 4lbs 14oz and 18 inches. I started to cry as when I heard her cry. I only saw her for a second as they whisked her up to the NICU. I went to the recover room for 2 hours. Amazingly, my temperature dropped to normal (it came back up overnight though). After the 2 hours, they wheeled my entire bed up to the NICU and let me see her for about 5 seconds. She was hooked up to all sorts of wires, IV, and a c-pap.

After that I was not allowed to see her for 24 hours so that my antibiotics could kick in. I was in the hospital for 5 days. She was there for 2 weeks to be able to kick her pnemonia, jaundice, and bradicardia episodes. It was very stressful for both dh and I to have her there and we left more than once crying on our way to the parking lot. Thankfully all of the nurses were so helpful. As scary as it all was. I know how lucky we were. I felt for all the other NICU parents that were still there after we had left.

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It was December 13th and I was having a good day. I was 33-1/2 weeks along. I had been on bedrest and partial bedrest for 4 weeks. I had went to the dr. that morning and I was 3cm dilated and 75% effaced. I came home and took a nap and all was fine. My parents which were there taking care of my other two children that day decided to go ahead and head home. My husband was 10min away. In that 10 min. everything feel apart!

I had just went to the bathroom and came and sat down in the living room and felt alittle liquid. I got up and went back to the bathroom thinking maybe my water had broke. Didn't notice anything so went back and sat down again. Same thing happened. I got up and went back in my bathroom and noticed I had started spotting. I stood up and had my first contration at 6:15pm and it was one that brought me to my knees. I quickly called my hubby to see if he was close. I was having contractions 5 min. apart and they were really intence from the beginning. At 6:45 I was sure it was time and hubby called his sister to come stay with our other two boys. While waiting for here to get there they got stronger and 4 min. apart. Hubby kept picking me up off the floor and trying to get me to the van between contractions. His sister got her at 7:10pm. we meet her in the drive way and rushed to the hospital. They were 2-3 min apart on the way and I was really in pain and uncomfortable. I told hubby we waited to long! Not a good feeling.

Got to the hospital at 7:30pm and they rushed me to the triage area. THe nurse and hubby put my gown on I coun't move. SHe checked me and I was 4cm dilated and 100% effaced. When I got up on the bed my water broke completely. I ask about an epidural and they said it would take about an hour. My contractions were one on top the other and they quickly moved me to a birthing room at 8:10pm. She had just got me on the other bed and was trying to do my IV and I said I need to be ckecked NOW. She put one piece of tape on my IV and ckecked me I was at 8cm and baby +1 station. I knew right then and there I wasn't getting epidural! THe dr had just walked in and they told her I was 8cm. She started to walk out of the room and I started yelling he is coming! He is coming !! They said don't push and I said I'M NOT..HE IS COMING!! the dr walked in just in time to catch him on the way out.

I delivered our baby boy at 8:21pm. He had good color and was crying loudly. They put an oxygen mask on him for little while. HE weighed in at 5lbs 3oz and 191/2 in long. He was born at 331/2 week along. We did get to quickly hold him before they took him away to the icu. After an hour or so they took us to see him. He looked soo little and was hooked up to so any wires. Big brother got to come see him for a min. that night and thought he was pretty neat.

He is now 3weeks old. He had to spend 9 days in the ICN. He is doing good and gaining alittle every day. He now weighs 5lbs, 9oz. We decided we should have named him flash for his middle name after how fast he came

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I had a very exciting pregnancy, but very boring delivery :-). I went on bedrest at 15 weeks when I started spotting. I had a 3-D u/s that showed a blood clot that had developed behind my placenta. It had caused part of the placenta to partially detatch. Dr gave me 50/50 chance of Zoey surviving. I struggled with PTL. I was on heavy meds because contractions were very dangerous for us. Spent plenty of time in the hospital. Finally, at 38 weeks my OB decided the risks of being pregnant outweighed the benefits. Zoey appeared to be taking practice breaths on u/s and we didn't want to risk cramping and contrax with an aminio. So, I went in April 1st and had a very routine c-section. She came out screaming, her APGAR was a 9. As soon as the nurse handed her down to me though she started "foaming" at the mouth and struggling to breath. She was rushed to the NICU. From there on out it was a struggle until the day we brought her home it seemed like. Her second Apgar was a 3.
She's very healthy now, she's little, but healthy!

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Hi my name is Michelle and I just noticed this board today and was happy to see it! Anyways...my birth stories could take a long time to type out so I will just give a little for each baby. My first was Cole he was born June 14 1998 but wasn't supposed to be here til August 30 he weighed 2 pounds 9 ounces. He was a 29 weeker and stayed in the hospital the full 11 weeks. I had him because of pre-e via emergency c-section. Second was my daughter Hailey she was also born a 29 weeks via emergency c-section complications with pre-e again! She is my biggest preemie weighing 2 pounds 9 ounces at birth. She was born March 22 2004 actual due date was June 8 2004 she got out on Mother's day that year it was so sweet the nurses at the special care nursery made her walking papers with little baby "footprints" they were really sweet. Best mother's day ever! My third and last baby is Sarah she was my littlest baby. Again with the pre-e!! I was 27 weeks and was thinking that I was going to hold this one til at least 29, but unfortunatly that wasn't in the cards! I was getting sicker very fast, and was on bedrest in the hospital at the time getting my weekly ultrasound when they decided that it was time to have her. I was in such shock..I didn't know what to do....all I could say was lets wait another 2 weeks I know she will be fine once she is 29 weeks. They took me back upstairs to the delivery floor and proceeded with poking me with iv's and undressing me, asking me lots of questions. Finally letting me have a phone so I could call dh, he had to set things up with my sil to go and pick up our son from school and watch my other daugther. I then called up my mil who happens to work at the hospital I was in, and cried over the phone to her that they wanted to the baby now. Lucky for me she was able to leave and come down and be with me, so I wasn't alone. My doctor arrived (they had to page her she wasn't working) and they proceeded to get me ready for another emergency c-section. (I was really nervous over this one because the last c-section I had only half of me froze and they had to put me out for the surgery) They took me into the operating room and I was asking if my dh Steve had gotten here yet, and my doctor said that she was very sorry but no and they had to start the section right away, but if I wanted that my mil could come in so I wouldn't be alone. I agreed and she came in and held my hand, at one point I was incredibly sick and wanted to throw up they told me to turn my head towards my mil that she had a tray to catch it but there was no way that I was ever going to throw up at her!! Slowly my nausia dissapated and they continued to cut. They had put a central line into my artery in my wrist to get a more acurate reading on my b/p at one point it was 170 something over 120 something I said that can't be right, the doctor said that yes it was. My daughter Sarah came into the world with a little squeek, she was so very tiny they rushed her over to the warmer and did whatever they were doing to her, as soon as the placenta was taken out my b/p dropped and I felt really dizzy. My ob then proceeded to tie my tubes saying that she probably couldn't take me ever getting pregnant again! She delivered all three of my babies. Sarah was born December 8 2004, actual due date was March 8 2005. She weighed 1 pound 9 ounces. All of my kids are doing great! Cole is turning 8 in June, Hailey will be 3 in March and Sarah just turned 1 one Dec 8! They are beautiful healthy and strong! I love my babies!

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I am new to this board. My due date is Feb. 28th. Rebekah Anne was born Jan. 26th (5 weeks early). Her coming early was not too much of a surprise.
I had a hard pregnancy. I had a severe case of hypertesis. I spent alot of time heaving into the toilet and going into the hospital for IV's. I would throw up for hours straight, eventually bringing up nothing but blood and vile. At about 28 weeks my condition worsened. I was taking zofran and still nothing was working. I was beginning to swell and my body was becoming weak due to lack of nutrition and dyhdration. I was stubborn and was still trying to work. My coworkers were use to me running to the bathroom to puke several times a day and trying to keep anything down.
I was at work when I had my 1st "episode". I started feeling sick only this time it was worse. I passed out. I don't remember what happened but I did wake up in the back of an ambulance covered in puke. It turned out even the EMS had a difficult time waking me up.
I was taken to the closest hospital where I kept passing out and what they thought were mini siezers. They belived I had toxemia but none of my blood work or labs nor my blood pressure revealed it. In fact I didn't even have protein in my pee. I did start having contractions, which they stopped with and IV of Magnesium. I was kept there for 5 days, where they stabalized me, rehydrated me and perscribed round the clock meds to calm the vomiting. I was sent home.
At home, I was fine for about 3 days. Then I started getting sick again and weak. I was still on the drugs but they were not helping. I was crawling to the bathroom and vomiting often. I had another episode and this time I cracked my head on the sick in the bathroom on my way down. I was remitted to the hospital- sick, dizzy, and with a concusion.
They performed an amino to check the maturity of the lungs. It came back good. I then was induced. I spent 2 days in labor without any change when it was decided that I needed a C section.
Rebekah is home now but I have to stay on top of things. I have to wake her to feed her every 2 hours, and have had to keep her on the Biliruban Blanket. She never crys and isn't able to suck very well. She is beautiful but she is alot of work. Much more than with my son. In fact it time for a feeding. I hope she drinks alot as she must gain 7 oz this week or she will have to start tube feeding. If I ever have time I will include some pictures. Thanks for letting me tell her story.

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Y SON rILEY BORN FEB-14TH AT 33 WKS

This story begins on a darker note. It all started at 30 weeks after haveing 2 previous clear pap-smears and never any bacterial problems in my life, I found out I had bacteria vaginosis. My doc told me I would be fine and so would the baby, she gave me metrogel and told me eveything would clear up. Well unfortunately I ended up getting rid of the BV and getting a yeast infection......

Well, Saturday morning I awake and got something to eat. I was walking when all the sudden I had a small gush of fluid come out. It was like my old discharge, but more watery and clear. I thought nothing of it, even though I had a whole bunch of gushing that day. I finally told my husband and he requested I go to the hospital. I thought it was nothing and not wanting to seem like a ninny I just went to work instead. Things just got worst, by the time I was about to leave work, my pants were wet and I filled 2 pads. I was worried to peices. I remember driving home and feeling him move inside me thinking , "Gosh it hurts when he moves!" I knew something was wrong. I said nothing to my husband and started to get ready to go to the hospital, finally he asked where I was going and I told him the hospital. He got angry because I was gonna leave with out him. I just felt stupid.... Well when we got there I started to contract and feel really bad, I went up to the nurse and said "I think I am going to have my baby!" (Must I add Saint Vincent is a WONDERFUL PLACE TO HAVE A BABY AND RECOVER IN!!!!) She wasted no time bringing me up to the room and getting me checked in. They hooked me up to a fetal doppler
and a contraction machine. I was having strong contractions every five minutes. They gave me an ultrasound and saw that I had no amnotic fluid left. I got to see my guy moving in there and I felt better. Well they put me on absolute bed rest untill my baby was born, I wasnt even to leave the hospital untill he was born. They stopped my contractions and gave me lots of antibiotics. I was woke up every hour , on the hour so they could take blood, do my blood pressure, find my babys heartbeat and take my temp. I couldnt lay on my sides because the fetal doppler would lose his pulse and the nurse would come in and find it, waking me up... Needless to say I was sooo tired in cramped up for the next 3 days.
Tuesday morning I woke up miserable, I didnt want to eat or sleep and could not get comfortable, my whole body was burning up. They took my temp and it spiked to 101.5 and my blood pressure was low 126 over 45 , my babys heartbeat increased also. So my doc ordered a ultrasound, it wasnt that great, my baby would not move at all and that very unusual for him. To come to think of it he stopped moving all together. A blood test confirmed the worst, I was starting to become infected, my white blood cells were up to 20. My doc came in and told me I would need to get the baby out in order to make sure he didnt get infected, I would have to do it very soon. So I told him give me a c-section. So I called my husband home from college. I was SOOO scared, they led me back around 5:30 gave me an epidoral (wasnt as bad as I thought) my husband came, and at 5:52 pm , he watched his son come in to the world. The little guy came in to the world screaming! He weighted 5 pounds 2 ounces and was 16 1/2 inches long at 33 weeks!
After another 3 long days of no sleep, blood tests,and constant supervision, I am home and very happy to be a mom. Even thought I feel guilty my little guy didnt get his 9 months and I didnt go to the hospital right away. It killed me to leave him today. I been crying all day long...I know I am silly, I should be so happy , but I feel like its all my fault....errggh I wish I dint feel like crap......I wish I could talk to someone who has been through this.. I wish I didnt feel so guilty:( Sorry to be so weepy.. Thanks for reading.....

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On the morning of May 19th at 9:20 am we went to the OB's office for our 8th OB appointment. During the exam by the doctor's nurse took my blood pressure and then had another nurse double check my results. It turned out that my blood pressure was 160/106. Which is a very high level and could lead to seizures and even a stroke. My blood pressure was even triple checked by a machine that they were doing a trial on at the time.

It turned out that I had pre-eclampsia which is high blood pressure caused by being pregnant. We had suspected that this might be the case because my feet, calves and face had swollen up to almost twice their normal size. This swelling is a symptom of pre-eclampsia. The doctor made a decision right then to send me to the hospital and start me on pitocin to induce me and start labor.

Fortunately we had already packed our bags and everything that the baby needed in the car. Unfortunately the doctor wanted the 24 hour urine sample that he had me start the previous day, which was still at our house. So DH dropped me off at the hospital and then he drove like a mad man back to our house to pick up the urine sample and also meet my parents at the house. My parents had been coming up that day to help us finish the nursery, specifically putting up the border and hanging the curtains.

They then raced back to the hospital where I had been admitted to the Labor and Delivery ward. I had just been started on a drip of pitocin through my I.V. I had been at the hospital for about an hour when my parents and DH arrived at about 11:00 am.

We then waited for the doctor to come and check up on me again, he arrived about 12:30 p.m. and decided to put me on Magnesium-Sulfate to lower my blood pressure as it was still dangerously high. This drug also has the effect of slowing the labor so we were looking at a long night. He also broke my water at this point to make the labor go a little bit faster. I was only dilated a fingertip. My parents had left to get something for lunch and to find something to read while they were waiting. What they decided to do was to go back to our house and put up the border and hang the curtains so that baby Rheya could have a beautiful nursery when she got home.

At about 2pm they gave me a shot of a drug called Stadol to help with the pain and to help me relax. It made me feel drunk. After the stadol wore off in a couple of hours I got her epidural. I was 4 cm dilated and 100 percent effaced at this point. At about 9pm the doctor came back to check on me and said that I was 100 percent effaced and was dilated to 7 cm and at +1 station. I started to have the urge to push and by about 9:40 pm the doctor and the nurses had everything set up and I ready to go. After only 8 minutes of pushing, Rheya was born at 9:48 pm. She was 6 lbs 6 ozs and 19.5 inches long.

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I started back labor at 2AM 10/15/06, I was already in the hospital on complete bedrest because my membranes had ruptured again - we had an episode at 18 weeks that we had recovered from. This time it was both of the sacks. It started as I just couldn't get comfortable and was flopping around on the bed. I slept for an hour then got up to go potty, as I had been having bleeding episodes, I was not surprised when I saw blood. I went back to sleep for another hour with the same issue, I just could not get comfy, as my back hurt, again when I woke up I had to go to the bathroom. By 5:30AM, I had gone to the bathroon 4 times in 2 hours. So I called the nurse in and told her that I was having pain in my lower back. Well they put me on the contration monitor (which by the way does not pick up back labor - someone needs to invent that), and watched me. The OB came in at about 7AM, I told him the same thing that I was having lower back pain, he looked at the monitor and told me that everything looked OK and we will keep watch. Okey Dokey Doc.

At 8:15AM, I called my DH and told him to get here that I think I was in labor and that I needed him because I was scared. I called my sister and was crying on the phone with her because I could not find a position that would ease the pain. I was walking back and forth across the room at this point. Everytime a contraction hit, I would grab something and hold it so hard it would shake. The shift nurse came in to check on me took one look at my face and said ok, we have to put you back on the monitor and have you lay down, but we will also give you a pain marker. Well it turns out my pain was 7 minutes apart. By 9:25AM, the pain was 4-6 minutes apart, so low and behold, gee I must be in labor, lets call the Dr. I call back my sister, because DH is already on the way (the hospital is 40 minutes from the house with out traffic) and told her I was in labor, to call DH and let him know that I was going to be moved. I hung up with her and then THE CONTRACTION hit, I felt the baby move down at that point, the legs were up and I was ready to push. The nursing assistant heard me "verbalizing" in the room, got the nurse and the Dr, was right behind her. Well then it all broke loose then, I was a Crash C-section wating to happen, call NICU, Call the Neonatoligist, get the OR ready, we are on our way - OK BUT I'm READY TO PUSH!! As we are running out of the room - my DH is running in - let me tell you, going over speed bumps in the middle of a contraction in your back and the baby is ready to come.... NOT GOOD. :shock:

We hit the OR at 9:55 AM and Joseph was born at 10:00 AM, Naturally - no drugs AT ALL, no chance to even pretend that I knew any kind of breathing - lamaze or hyperventilating. DH was still getting into scrubs while DS1 was coming into the world feet first. Joseph weighed in at 2lbs 12oz 15 inches long, with a cry that I heard over the chaos of the room. So I get to see him and hold him for about a second before he is rushed off to NICU, DH went with him (that was preplanned).

Now for baby 2. The Dr. was up to his elbow trying to get the baby to turn. Seems as DS2 wanted to somersault into the world, but got stuck, he was presenting his right foot and leg, and just did not want to turn around, no matter how hard they tried - and I have the bruises to prove how hard they tried, so it was emergency C-Section time. I have to say that a spinal anesthetic - works great, but is a totally bizzare feeling. DH was back outside at this point, trying to get in, but there just wasn't enough time. The Dr. scrubbed up, I was numbed up and then I was cut up. So they fished Aaron out of the birth canal then pulled him up out of me at 10:28AM. He weighed in at 3lbs 5oz 16 inches long. I heard the cry and finally relaxed. They took Aaron over to NICU and DH again went with them, then it was time to stich me up.

DH was finally allowed into the room as they were sewing and I got all the stats and the basic idea as to what was going on with the babies. The Dr and my DH then proceed to have a conversation about the 2008 election and who might win!!! - this is something that had gone on during my whole pregnancy. DH is a PolySci professor and the OB was intrigued by that. At our first visit the Dr said, give me 5 minutes with your husband and you will have me for 9 months. As the conversation continued I said -Not for nothing, but it really is all about me right now!! The OR was cracking up! I think they slipped me some good drugs while I wasn't looking. After all was said and done I asked Dr. B if I could wear a bikini again - he said sure why not - I was like well I never could before - again - I think it was the drugs.

Recovery was great - I shook for a while - the anestetic side affect, but basically I was just like, let me see my babies!!

Both boys are doing well. They are living at the NICU for the time being while waiting to chub up and mature (they will be there at least 5 weeks). They are off their ventilators and are taking oxygen at room level. They are also being fed every 3 hours. Luckily I am able to pump what is needed at the moment - as the nurses tell me - it's liquid gold.

So now we are trying to prepare the nursey and make sure we get some good cuddle time with them at the hospital. I highly recommend "kagaroo care" as it allows for skin to skin contact with the baby.

I am doing well recovering from both deliveries and trying to manage the emotions that come with leaving your baby every day. There have been alot of tears, but DH is being excellent as well as all the other family and friends.

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On Wednesday July 26th, 2006 around 6pm that evening I started having cramps in my lower abdomen and was having a funny thick discharge. I wasn’t hurting to bad so I waited till about 9:30 to go to the hospital in Jasper Alabama. When I arrived they put me on fluids by IV, a contraction monitor and a fetal heart rate monitor. It was showing I was having contractions but not on any kind of schedule. To stop the contractions they gave me a drug called brethine , and they also checked my cervix. I was 1cm dilated. They sent me home on bed rest.
On Thursday July 27th around 5:00 that evening I started the contractions again only this time they really hurt. They were 6 minutes apart. I got to the hospital and they checked me again. Still only 1cm so they gave me 3 shots of brethane and sent me home with a prescription. This was supposed to completely knock out the contractions. I was going to be on bed rest until October when Connor was supposed to be due. I was still hurting when I left the hospital but the nurse and my Dr. said I was not having contractions because they were not picking up. They sent me back home again.
By this time it was about 2am on Friday morning. My husband got me home and settled on the couch and he was doing my laundry that I had started the day before. After he was finished he went to bed and I sat up watching TV. I started having really strong contractions so I went into Connors room at the back of the house so I would not wake my husband. I layed in the floor for 3 hours before my husband woke up. He got me in the car and called labor and delivery to tell them we were on our way. They met us in the ER with a wheel chair and when I arrived to labor and delivery they checked me. I was 3cm dilated. I started crying because I knew the problems Connor and I were looking at. They started an IV of Magnesium, which was supposed to stop the labor. They put me on an ambulance and sent me to UAB in Birmingham Alabama. When I got there just 35 minutes away. I was already 4cm. I went throughout the day having contractions and then around 11:30pm my water broke. They took me off the magnesium and put me on Oxytocin to speed up the contractions. I stopped having contractions at 3:00am and they did not start back until 9am. The Dr. came in to check me and I was 6cm. My mother called my dad to tell him to come over now. By the time he made it to the Hospital an hour and a half away. I had already had Connor. Connor was born at 10:49am and weighed 2 pounds even. I didn’t get to see him until about 6 hours later.
Connor was not breathing when he was born so they had to resuscitate him, and put him on a ventilator. Connor is such a beautiful little boy. He is a miracle baby and is truly a fighter.

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What an eventful week it has been. I went to the high risk doctor on the 27th. They did an ultra sound and the doctor said that he really wanted to admit me to the hospital. I really did not wait to go but I agreed knowing that it was the best thing to do. I was on COMPLETE bed rest and could only get up to go potty and take one shower a day. My blood pressure started going back down but my protein was going up. It doubled in two days it went from 197 to 400, so the High risk doc said she waited to do an amino to see how Andrews lungs were so they could go ahead and induce. The amino was not to bad it did hurt some but it was a odd pain. Andrews amniotic fluid levels had dropped from 12 to 6 in tow days also the doctor found this out when she was tiring to find a good pocket of fluid to draw the amino. She said it was because my pressure was so high he was not getting enough nutrients from me. The amino came out great mature lungs are a 3 and his were a 3.75. So down to labor and delivery I went.

They started by soften my cervix with some pill every 4 hours. That started at 5pm on the 29th. It was a long night in a VERY uncomfy labor bed, at 7:30am on the 30th they started the pitocin (sp). I was then 1 1/2 centimeter dilated. At 9:00am my doc broke my water and I was a 2. OHHHH that was the WORST pain I have ever been in. I was in tears with his hand all the way up my you know what. 10 minutes after my water was broke contractions started coming every 2 minutes and oh did they hurt I got my epi at 10:00 and was out for 2 hours I slept like a baby while I was contracting away. At 12:00 I was 4 centimeters, I cat napped around until I started feeling some pressure at 2:30pm not that it hurt just kinda some pressure and it kinda felt like I need to have a BM. So they checked me and I was at 10, she said PLEASE don’t push the baby is right there. SO they called my doc and he came in, they put my legs and all that great stuff up. I said I think he is coming out and my doc said to push, so I did then he YELLED STOP, next thing I know my baby is out and screaming his head off. He looked great his agar scores were 9 and 9. We got to hold him in the room for about 30 minutes then they wanted to take him up since was 5 weeks early. I was still feeling great I had to have one small stitch. OH he was born at 3:19 pm on the 30th
That afternoon they had to take Andrew to the NICU, because he was breathing a little hard they gave him some Oxygen up his nose and he perked right up. He has been doing great ever since. He is latching on to my breast put he falls asleep so I have been pumping and giving milk in a bottle. He has not lost any weight. Tomorrow Jan 2nd he will most likely come home. Leaving him there was the hardest thing I have ever done. The hospital is 15 minutes from my house, but it is breaking my heart. I don't know how the girls do it that have to leave their babies for more a long time. Well know that I have wrote a book I am going to go pump my man some milk. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers girls, they have all worked.

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What an eventful week it has been. I went to the high risk doctor on the 27th. They did an ultra sound and the doctor said that he really wanted to admit me to the hospital. I really did not wait to go but I agreed knowing that it was the best thing to do. I was on COMPLETE bed rest and could only get up to go potty and take one shower a day. My blood pressure started going back down but my protein was going up. It doubled in two days it went from 197 to 400, so the High risk doc said she waited to do an amino to see how Andrews lungs were so they could go ahead and induce. The amino was not to bad it did hurt some but it was a odd pain. Andrews amniotic fluid levels had dropped from 12 to 6 in tow days also the doctor found this out when she was tiring to find a good pocket of fluid to draw the amino. She said it was because my pressure was so high he was not getting enough nutrients from me. The amino came out great mature lungs are a 3 and his were a 3.75. So down to labor and delivery I went.

They started by soften my cervix with some pill every 4 hours. That started at 5pm on the 29th. It was a long night in a VERY uncomfy labor bed, at 7:30am on the 30th they started the pitocin (sp). I was then 1 1/2 centimeter dilated. At 9:00am my doc broke my water and I was a 2. OHHHH that was the WORST pain I have ever been in. I was in tears with his hand all the way up my you know what. 10 minutes after my water was broke contractions started coming every 2 minutes and oh did they hurt I got my epi at 10:00 and was out for 2 hours I slept like a baby while I was contracting away. At 12:00 I was 4 centimeters, I cat napped around until I started feeling some pressure at 2:30pm not that it hurt just kinda some pressure and it kinda felt like I need to have a BM. So they checked me and I was at 10, she said PLEASE don’t push the baby is right there. SO they called my doc and he came in, they put my legs and all that great stuff up. I said I think he is coming out and my doc said to push, so I did then he YELLED STOP, next thing I know my baby is out and screaming his head off. He looked great his agar scores were 9 and 9. We got to hold him in the room for about 30 minutes then they wanted to take him up since was 5 weeks early. I was still feeling great I had to have one small stitch. OH he was born at 3:19 pm on the 30th
That afternoon they had to take Andrew to the NICU, because he was breathing a little hard they gave him some Oxygen up his nose and he perked right up. He has been doing great ever since. He is latching on to my breast put he falls asleep so I have been pumping and giving milk in a bottle. He has not lost any weight. Tomorrow Jan 2nd he will most likely come home. Leaving him there was the hardest thing I have ever done. The hospital is 15 minutes from my house, but it is breaking my heart. I don't know how the girls do it that have to leave their babies for more a long time. Well know that I have wrote a book I am going to go pump my man some milk. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers girls, they have all worked.

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I went into labor on monday evening... Sometime before i went to bed i was having just a few contractions yet again like i had been the past couple nights.. Hubby came home around 3am and i was moaning although i didnt even realise it he woke me to ask me if i was ok which i said yes to.. However i started having more contractions and told him i thought i needed to go to the hospital. I was 36 weeks 2 days this was it, they couldn't stop me or so they said they wouldnt from having him they would just section me.. So off to my moms house to drop off the other 2 kids.. when i got to the hospital they immediatly realised i was contracting alot so they said they would put in a call to my dr(this was 4 am) about 430(which i found out later that my dr didn't authorise) they came in with a shot of trabutaline(trying to stop the contractions) i was like i thought they weren't gonna stop me and shes like well hon your still a bit early to have him and blah blah blah.. I then told her ok.. but its not gonna stop them from coming he wants the heck outta there.. i was right the terb only spaced them to about every 9 minutes or closer.. So here i was waiting for a c-section and LABORING which by the way is soo not fair considering.. I personally am the type that takes foreverrrrrr to dialate which is why my oldest son was an emergency c-section.. So i continued contracting.. THe surgion comes in later and says well there are reasons why i feel uncomfy about this delivery i dont want to deliver him and then regret it if his lungs aren't fully developed and he ends up needing oxygen and things like that.. I pleaded with him to please just deliver me because i couldn't handle this pain much more. He was like well we shall see if you dialate then we shall have to and then i told him how long i was in labor before i even got to 2 cms with spencer (all night of contractions from 3-5 minutes apart) and that he ended up stuck in there.. and he said well im just not sure.. i will consult with dr.schill(my ob) about the situation and see where wshe wants to go from there.. she came in about 3pm and basically stated what i was already feeling that she didn't feel this kid was waiting any longer because of the discomfort i was feeling and then i had a big contraction.. and she asked if anyone had checked me, to which i said not since i came in and i was closed 0 station and thick.. So she said well lets see whats happening see if your dialating.. She checked me and yep i was dialating.. 1 cm and 50% effaced, so she said welp dr perkinson isnt gonna have a choice hes coming whether he wants him to or not. So at 5 the OR was open and At 531pm on june 26th 2007 Austin arrived weighing in at 5 lbs 5 oz and 17 inches long.. When he was born he was completely breathing on his own needed no help really they suctioned out his stomach with a tube because an x-ray revealed that there was air in his tummy .. He was breathing faster than normal so they just watched him.. I got to my room around 7pm ish and hubby updated me.. Finally at 3:00am on the 27th they were able to bring me my precious lil peanut.. We came home today and so far things are pretty good.. Here are the pics of our littlest prince

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Here's our birth story...

The week before Logan was born, I went to my family doctor because the baby wasn't moving very much. The dr told me that as long as the baby moved 10 times a day, everything was fine. I'm really glad I didn't listen to him. I was 31 weeks and 3 days when Logan was born. The day he was born, I had coffee with my friend earlier in the day, and told her that the baby hadn't moved much that day. She's a nurse and told me to get to the hospital for a stress test, just to be sure. My mom took me to the hospital, they hooked me up, and said that things were ok, but they would moniter me for a while longer. Then I moved....Logan's heart rate went from 140 to 30 and stayed there for quite a while. The doctor on call told me to lie on my left side, and not to move at all, for any reason. He called another hospital (this was a small town hospital) and explained the situation, and was told to get me there ASAP. It was a 15 minute drive, and we made it in 8 minutes. The neonatal specialist and the prenatal sugeon met me at the emerg door, and hook me up to the moniters, had me move so they could see the heartrate fall, and called another hospital (the second hospital was in a little city, the third was our Capital City). The second hospital asked if they should air lift me to them, and the big hospital told them to take the baby, and air lift him to Edmonton. I could join him later. He didn't have time to stay in me that long.

By this time, I was scared to death. No one knew what was happening, they thought the cord was around his neck super tight. So, at 9:30 pm when my husband arrived, we were that I was going for a c-section, and at 10:04 pm Logan was born. The doctors said that he wouldn't cry, he was only 31 weeks, and his lungs were to immature. But he cried....The doctors were amazed, and actually swore in the operating room. So, after the shock of him crying, the neonatal team took over Logan's care, and the doctors began to investigate. All of a sudden, the surgeon said "wtf", looked over the green sheet and said that it was a really good thing I had come in when I did, cuz Logan wouldn't have lived another 24 hours.

Apparently, I have a unicornate uterus, and we didn't know until after the c-section. I have only half my uterus, as the other half didn't form. I also have only half the blood supply, meaning half the oxygen. So, at 31 weeks, Logan just ran out of room. They think his mind went into overdrive, and since he was so squished, thought that it was almost time, therefore developed faster. He was only 2lbs 12 ounces at birth, (was 2-6 the next day), and didn't need to be intibated. He was on oxygen for a couple of hours, but that was it. He knew how to suck, but only a suckie, no bottle or breast, so he was tube fed. He was transfered to Calgary, not Edmonton, the next day for a platelet transfusion. The hospital he was born in has a great special care nursery, so once his counts were good in Calgary, he got to come back to Red Deer (hospital #2...). He was in Calgary for 4 days, and that was it. Things could have been SO much worse, but we lucked out, majorly. He was in the SCN for 7 weeks, and was released a 4lbs, 9 ounces. He had hernia surgery at 6 weeks, but breezed through it.

Did I confuse you all? Sorry, between 3 hospitals, well, 4 including Calgary, I confused myself reading this.... This is Logan at a year, I'll post some newborn pics soon.

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heres the birth story: (its long sorry)

My son Bailey woke at 3am and I gave him a bottle, got back to bed myself and next thing I was awoken with contractions, at 7am Bailey woke for the day and I got up with him, while changing him, I was getting more contractions and thought I had better start timing them, they were 5-8 minutes apart lasting 30-45sec. By 8am they were really painful so I tried to call out to Jamie but got no answer (he had a really bad headache and little had I know he had actually passed out/fainted!) 8.15am I decided to call my midwife who was concerned and thought she may need to call an ambulance (she was concerned as I had Bailey in 3 1/2 hours!) but she came and picked me up and took me to the hospital - Jamie who was unwell anyway had to stay at home with Bailey, got to the hospital at 9am where I was connected to the machines(sorry don't know what they are called but one was for Aidan's heartbeat and the other was to see if my uterus was actually contracting - which it was) they called the doctor who came and checked me and she got worried when I was 50% effaced (hadn't dilated though) she took swabs and bloods to send away to check for infection as that maybe causing my contractions. I was then given a shot of steroids (to help Aidan's lungs if he was born) and then they started on the tablets which are supposed to stop the labour.. I had 4 'quick acting' ones each 15 minutes apart, then 30 minutes I had a 'long acting' one, contraction slowed down, she then scanned me to see which way Aidan was presented (head down or up etc) He was bum first but she couldn't see his legs. about 30 minutes later the contractions started up again so they gave me another 'long acting tablet' to try to stop them again. at this stage they put a drip in my arm incase I needed any fluids/antibiotics etc she then said that I would probably end up having an c section due to them not knowing where his legs are, they gave me the gas/Entonox incase I felt like I needed it about 30 minutes later contractions were getting really bad and coming really fast, Doctor checks me again and I'm 5cm dilated!!! I asked for pain relief and she mentioned pethidine I said 'sure' (I was in pain due to being stuck to the bed because of the wires) She then said she would have to check with her supervisor as she doesn't want to give it if Ill be having him soon! well she went away and came back with an anesthesiologist to give me an epidural if I wanted (they didn't want to risk giving me the pethidine) I said YES! he started to talk to me about it and I keep having contractions, the doctor came in and he started to set the epidural set up but I keep having contractions, the doctor checked me again and I was FULLY DILATED! she started to panic! next thing I know I had... 2x hospital midwifes, my midwife, the doctor, the pediatrician and 6 nurses/doctors/midwifes from the neonatal unit in my room! she said 'let me know when you get the urge to push' I was like I really need to Poo! next thing my legs are up on stirrups and they are telling me to push! (at that stage I wasn't allowed the gas - I was in pain!) I started to push and everyone said I pushed really well - that was encouraging. All of a sudden I heard a thud on the floor! I automatically thought they had dropped Aidan! I SCREAMED! I looked up at the doctor and thought 'you dropped my baby you *****' they were all like don't worry keep pushing! I was crying as I was thinking why aren't they picking him up off the floor! next thing I heard... 'I can see a foot!' and then... the pediatrician hand was 'up there' holding onto Aidan so my uterus wouldn't crush him (I tell you what... man they hurt more then anything!) 2 more pushes and Aidan was born. The only thing I remember was Aidan looking at me, 2 minutes my placenta was delivered (or should I say PULLED OUT!) Aidan was immediately put on machines as he had 'apparently' let out a little cry (I didn't hear it!) they wheeled him around to the side of the bed when my hand was placed on his head... then he was taken away!

I found out afterwards what that thud was... I had pushed so hard it was my waters! not only had they hit the floor with a 'bang' but the doctor was fully covered as was the pediatrician! hahahaha

his stats:
Aidan Jake Watton
born 26/11/06 at 5.15pm
Weighing in at 1135g or 2lb 8oz
Length 34cm or 13.385 inches
Apgar Scores: 1min: 7 5mins: 9

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Abigail Grace Snelson – Birth Story

After 2 rounds of going into labor and it being stopped, Thursday, Nov 9, 2007 at 12:00am contractions began and this time were accompanied by bloody show. Time to go to the hospital…again! So off we went. We got to the hospital and they quickly began another round of terbutaline but to no avail. The contractions kept coming every 2 -3 minutes. For a few hours they were tolerable. But soon they started coming harder and harder. My entire labor was back labor – which is almost worse than having all the contractions up front (so I’m told…and I believe it!!). At 1:00pm the doctor came to assess me and I was 4 cm 100% effaced. They kept trying everything they could think of to stop my labor from more terbutaline to procardia to narcotics but nothing worked! She was just ready to come!!! Funny insert here: when I was on the narcotics, they dulled the pain just enough so I could nap in between contractions. Apparently when I was “out of it” I began asking to use the bathroom IN FRENCH! I haven’t used my French in about 2 years! Robert also go a kick out of me seeing my IV and pointing very enthusiastically saying “BUBBLES!!!” Finally around 12:30am (Saturday morning) my doctor decided this was going to happen no matter what he did so he ordered the epidural. Thank God!!! My contractions at this point had been VERY hard for 12 hours straight and I was exhausted and completely worn out. Epidural meant relief!!! Once I got the epidural I had progressed to 6 cm 100%, 0 station. I met the anesthesiologist (my new best friend!) and he hooked me up! I screamed at the local anesthetic – he didn’t tell me it would burn (BURN!) and it scared me! But once it was in, the epidural took about 2 minutes to take effect and all my pain was gone. 10 minutes later my doctor came to check me and said “it’s time to push!” so I got into position. Robert held my right leg, my nurse held my left leg, Erin and Mom stood right behind the doctor watching the whole thing from a front row seat! So here I go! I started pushing and couldn’t feel a thing…just pressure. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but apparently I was because my I kept hearing “I see her head!” I pushed for a total of 6 minutes and out she came!!! From the way I was sitting/laying in the bed I could see the entire thing.

She immediately turned pink (THANK GOD!) and cried just a bit. The doctor suctioned her out and quickly passed her off to the NICU team (3 nurses) who took over Abigail’s care. I finished up with the delivery of the placenta and such. But honestly I had no idea at that point what was going on “down there” – I kept my eyes on my baby girl! She seemed so far away from me, but the way the nurse was standing, I could see everything they were doing. She started out breathing on her own but they decided to put a breathing tube in just to help her out a bit. The first try didn’t go so well: Abigail didn’t like it and she coughed it out! (a very good sign!) The second time worked. They put her in an incubator and wheeled her over to me so I could touch her and spend a quick minute with her (through glass) before she went to the NICU. I wasn’t going to see her again for another 5 ½ hours…

I still didn’t know any of her stats: weight, length or anything. That came later.

My first visit with Abigail

If anyone ever tells you that your epidural will wear off in an hour, do not believe them! It took 5 hours for me to feel my legs again! Then again, she was born 20 minutes after getting it. But I couldn’t get up until I could walk and having no feeling in my legs doesn’t make walking very easy! So as soon as I felt strong enough, they moved me to a mother/baby room – but on my way I was allowed to stop in and see my daughter. When I got there, she was hooked up to the breathing tubes and had an IV in her right hand. She also had what looked to me like a gazillion wires coming from every part of her body measuring everything imaginable: heartrate, breaths per minute for both what the machine was doing and what she was doing on her own, body temperature, etc. She looked so small!!! But she was here and the nurse assured me that she was doing quite well. I was told that she weighed in at 3 lbs 10.5 oz and was 15.5 inches long. Apparently that’s quite big for a 31 weeker! (that’s my girl!) I spent about 20 minutes with her then had to head back to my room. It was 6:30 am at this point and I was exhausted! We were told that we would be able to go back in at 8:00am to see her during her “hands on” time. “Hands on” is when Mommy and Daddy (and 4 other previously approved people) can go in and change her diaper, check her temperature, hold her, feed her, and do whatever she can tolerate at the time. The first time we had our “hands on” we were only allowed to touch her. We took about 50 bagillion pictures of her!! She was doing very well – the nurses were very pleased!

The second time we went (12 noon) she was doing so well that we were allowed to hold her for about 15 minutes each. I cannot describe how it felt to hold my daughter for the first time! She was so tiny and beautiful and perfect!!! I kept looking at her thinking “this is MY daughter! WOW!” Robert also held her and to see him with her made me melt! It was even more amazing then the feeling I had of me holding her! Seeing my husband hold my daughter just did something to me that I have no words to describe.

We got a call from the NICU at 2:00pm telling us that Abigail was doing so well they were taking her off the breathing machines. She was able to breathe completely on her own!!! The only thing she had was a nasal canola to keep her oxygen level up – but she was doing all the work herself! We went in again at 3:00 but weren’t allowed to hold her. She got a little stressed by us holding her at noon and I didn’t want to push it. I kept telling her how much I love her and how beautiful she is!!!

On Sunday I went in at 8:00am with Auntie Erin who got to change her diaper! At this point she had had 4 VERY full diapers! Her kidneys seem to be working just fine! At noon JoJo (grandma) got to hold her for the first time and everyone cried! She was completely free of any help and the only machines she was hooked up to were for nourishment! AMAZING!!! I held her again for just a few minutes then put her back. Thankfully, this round of holding her did not stress her out in the slightest!

At 3:00pm we went back for our last visit of the day since I was being discharged from the hospital. Just before we were on our way down, we got a call from the NICU telling me that she was doing so well and was so stable that she was being moved down from the NICU to the Intermediate Nursery!!! Robert and I went to see her and tell her bye and that we would be back tomorrow.

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Here is Raygen's birthstory

I went to the dr for a normal check-up and he did a sonogram and knew something was wrong. My body was not giving the baby the nutrients she needed to survive. I was 34 weeks pg. Sent me to L&D and told me he was doing the c-section first thing in the morning. Well at 6am he was there and ready. He done the c-section and she was 3lbs exact and 18 inches long. Tiny little thing. She went straight to the NICU. I didnt even get to hold her. They let my husband carry her to the NICU. No family got to see her anything. They took her straight there. My dr told me that if she would have been in there another 24 hours she wouldnt have survived. I was so thankful for that dr appt. She spent 15 days in the NICU the whole 9 yards I am sure you all have seen it, she had 2 IV's one in her arm and one in her head. And the G-tube (feeding tube). When she was 3 days old I finally got to hold her. I think its mainly cause I was crying so hard at her bedside. (hormones gota love em) When she was 5 days old she got moved to the incubator and was able to bottle feed 2 times a day. And I was allowed to hold her for 2 hours once in the morning and once in the evening with those bottle feeds. The rest of her feeds were in the g-tube. I was there every time. Me and my husband would argue who got to hold her at night, cause I got her in the morning when he wasnt there. I cried every time I left the hospital. My other daughter was 4 at the time and just didnt understand everything she wasnt allowed in the NICU. But at 12 days old she was doing all of her feeding thru a bottle and they took her out of the incubator and into a reg baby bed. And on the 15th day they called me while I was on my way there and told me I could take her home. When I took her home she was 4lbs exact. She did have jaundice and a few apnea spells in the begining. Now she is 2.5 years old and you would never know she was early.

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I’m sorry this took so long, but here is McKenna’s birth story.

I was talking on the phone to my Mom around 7:50 PM on January 22. I felt a little crampy feeling but thought it was gas related since I had that often. I was on the way to my bedroom and felt a small gush of fluid – I couldn’t tell if it was blood or just discharge, but told my Mom I thought I might be bleeding again. Just as I was saying it I felt another larger gush - it was definitely blood.

I hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. I was bleeding profusely – it was like nonstop peeing into the toilet and it wouldn’t stop. At one point I was trying to wipe and felt something big coming out, for a moment I thought it might have been the baby – instead it was a lemon sized blood clot. Meanwhile, I am calling my DH who is out of town trying to make his way home – there were tons of traffic delays that day and he was still about 50 minutes away.

It was odd because his phone had died out that day and he called from someone else’s to make sure I could get a hold of him if I needed. It had been a good day - I hardly called him at all, which he thought was odd. The day before I told him I was feeling weird – like I felt like I was going to bleed again, but passed it off as general worry. I guess we both just knew something was going to happen.

Anyway, I managed to call my doc’s office to let them know what was going on and that I would be coming in, and called my friend Traci to take me to the hospital. I was a hysterical mess – I knew this was way too much blood and wasn’t sure if we could make it to my hospital which was 30 minutes away. I could barely get off the toilet to make it to my hospital bag for my pads…I wrapped a towel between my legs and ran to get them. It didn’t matter; as soon as I put it on, I was soaking right through it. In the meantime I talked back and forth with DH, managed to whip out the Doppler to make sure the baby’s heart was still beating and awaited my ride.

The doctor never called me back. We decided I had to go to the nearest hospital. I took two towels, my medical record, and my purse. Traci arrived and we started towards the hospital. I called my doc’s office again since they never called back, apparently they paged the wrong doctor, he wasn’t on call; I explained it was an emergency and they paged the correct doctor (this is quite upsetting looking back on it). He called right back and I told him I was going to a different hospital since it was so bad this time - he told me they’d take good care of me there (but he wouldn’t come to that hospital – which is not what they had told me previously). We called the hospital to let them know what was happening and that we were on our way.

We got there and I had to walk through the ER down a long hall to an elevator. Someone finally arrived with a wheelchair to take me to L&D. As I was walking I was crying so hard and I knew I was bleeding through my pants which was scary and embarrassing, mostly scary though, I just wanted to know that the baby was ok; I felt 4-5 large clots pass and just kept sobbing. They took me to my room, stripped my pants off and hooked me up to the heartbeat monitor. The baby was doing fine and I could finally calm down a bit. The nurses were checking me and Chris arrived in the meantime. He had managed to beat the doctor and make a 50 minute trip in about 15-20 minutes – I told him I didn’t want to know how fast he was going – especially considering it was lightly snowing. He said later he thought for sure he’d be arriving with a police escort.

The doctor on call arrived and he was very nice. The bleeding had finally stopped once I was lying down in the bed. He checked me and said that even though the bleeding had stopped, the rule of thumb was 3 bleeds = a c-section. This was my third bleed and he felt that the next one could be devastating. Chris said, “so within the next half hour?” He said, “within the next few minutes”. They handed Chris some scrubs and got us prepped for the surgery. I couldn’t believe our baby was going to be born that night, but in all honesty, I was relieved to know that she would finally be coming out of me away from the danger that the placenta previa was causing.

They prepped me by shaving me, starting an IV, putting on the lovely hair cap, and putting in a catheter – which by the way was a piece of cake! Nothing like the last time, I didn’t feel a thing this time. At first they were going to give me general anesthesia since they didn’t want to wait for the epidural to take effect. I was so scared not having any time to prepare for the fact that we were having this baby NOW, and the thought of sleeping through the scariness was comforting – to just wake up and hear that all was well sounded good to me. Then they found out I had eaten a few hours before (it was dinner time and obviously I didn’t KNOW I was going to be having a c-section at that point), and said they were going to do a spinal block instead. I questioned it due to the time issue they had mentioned and they said it was fine. Afterwards I can honestly say that I was very glad that I was awake for the birth of McKenna, instead of being asleep – despite how icky I felt throughout the procedure.

The spinal was very uncomfortable and DH was not yet in the OR with me; they don’t insert a catheter, it’s more of a one time dose of meds to keep you numb for a few hours in all the right places, but they have to find the right place to inject first. The assistant told me to curl up like an angry cat and lie still…the thought of a needle poking my back was the scariest part, and it did prick, sting and hurt the few times they were trying to find the spot, along with some very uncomfy pressure.

Finally, it took and everything was sort of numb, but tingly. When they say you can feel the pressure, they aren’t lying! It was such a weird sensation to feel them moving and pulling on things, but not having any pain. Chris came in and they started…I remember feeling pretty icky, I got nauseous and the assistant to the anesthesiologist gave me some meds for it. Then I got all shaky and he asked if I wanted something to relax and I kept declining. I’m not one to decline meds, but I guess I was just so disoriented I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say yes or what the heck was going on. I just felt so weird all over – yet I knew what was going on even though my mind felt foggy at the same time. Chris was apparently behind my head telling them to give it to me, but they couldn’t until I requested it. But I kept feeling shaky and sick and finally I said ok after Chris urged me to.

I remember them saying that they saw the placenta – not normally what they see first…and then said that the head and shoulders were out. We heard a small cry that sounded like a cat…I asked Chris what time it was and he said it would be 9:31 in just a few seconds, so our baby girl was born at 9:30 PM. The assistant asked “what flavor” the baby was and they said it was a girl. The next thing we know we hear another kitty cry behind our heads – they were working on McKenna – putting the i.d. bracelet on her and us, checking her, and helping her breathe. They asked Chris if he wanted to cut the cord and he said…”ahhh, no thank you!” It was cute. But he asked if he could see her and they said yes - he went over and saw McKenna and watched them do their thing – and of course did his job of making sure that she was properly identified as our baby (I had been telling him for quite some time that that was his responsibility during delivery!). Then, they whisked her away to the NICU – they did not even show her to me at that time.

Chris sat with me for a few more minutes. This is when I heard the doctor mention that my placenta was deeply implanted in my uterus (placenta accreta), which he had warned us about ahead of time. With this, if they can’t get all of the placenta out, they might not be able to stop the bleeding causing them to have to do a hysterectomy. All I could think was that I was going to lose my uterus and this would be our only baby and I wasn’t even sure if she was ok. My head was spinning and I just couldn’t wait for that part to be over – to be closed up and hear more news of McKenna.

It seemed to be taking forever and he said he was just taking extra time to make sure he got it all out. Fortunately, he was able to remove it all with no complications. Chris told me later that before they closed me up, they were triple counting bloody gauze pads and packages…he thought it was odd until he realized they were making sure they didn’t leave anything inside of me! Just an interesting tidbit looking back on things.

Chris then left to go to the NICU as they finished me up. I went to recovery where I had to wait until I could move my toes to see her and move me to my permanent room. So, it was a few hours until I saw her, but because of it, I was VERY motivated to get my legs moving so that I could see her. Traci was there with me and Chris kept coming in to update us on McKenna – he even took a cell phone picture so that I could see her. She needed help breathing but was doing pretty good.

I finally got to see her and she was just beautiful, so small and so many wires, but beautiful. I recovered pretty quickly from the c-section, I was up and about the next day and just anxious to get well so that I could spend more time with McKenna. I also started pumping my milk the next day so that she could have it as soon as she was ready. She ended up staying in the NICU for 12 days which were very trying. She progressed well, but it was very hard seeing her like that…but that is a whole other story.

Anyway, McKenna Grace was born at 34w3d on January 22, 2007 at 9:30 PM weighing 4lbs 11 oz and 17 ¾” long. She was discharged at 4 lbs 13 oz last Saturday and weighed 5lbs 1 oz at her first pediatrician appointment this past Friday. She sleeps a lot and so far doesn’t cry too much (I’m sure that will change soon!). Of course, we lucked out that she was already on a pretty nice schedule from the NICU, so we feed her every 3-4 hours, change her, and put her back to sleep.

Just in the past few days she has become more alert and having more waking time. I am still pumping and trying to gradually introduce her to the breast. I got a bad cold right before she came home and didn’t have the energy to work with her on the BFing. I was also paranoid she’d get sick, so I tried to have Chris take care of her as much as possible, he was a very good Mommy over those few days! He also did all the cooking and cleaning and taking care of me. What a sweetie. Anyway, it is very time consuming to pump and feed her on two different schedules and try to squeeze in some rest, but worth it to me for the time being, hopefully it will get easier. Chris has been home the entire 3 weeks, but goes back to work tomorrow. I am nervous but know we will be fine. My Mom is also coming down a few days this week to help out.

We are so in love with our little princess. I am still amazed that she is here and surprised when I think of how she came into this world, but I know that it was meant to happen the way it did and I’m just so thankful to have our healthy baby girl that we wanted and tried for for so long. I can’t believe she will be 3 weeks old tomorrow! If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

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OK it's taken me 6 months but here it is- I have to start with the whole pregnancy though.

This pregnancy was a big surprise -however we were happy to find out that I was pregnant b/c hubby and I had decided to not extend out family –we were very glad that God decided otherwise. Anyways, I am a Kindergarten teacher and never got to sit for more than 40 mins a day at work so I was always exhausted. I am more tired this time than I was the past two pregnancies. 16 weeks rolls around and I found out that my Alpha Fetal Protein was high indicating a neural tube defect. So 5 long days later I had an u/s. The baby looked great -found out she was a girl and also found out that there were some issues with my placenta and that I had placenta previa at that point. 3 weeks later had another u/s, placenta still looked weird and the veins and arteries going into the placenta weren't working "normally". My placenta had moved up so this was good - the Dr. said he wasn't going to put me at risk for preterm labour "yet" (I was 20 weeks). He did want to see me ever 4 weeks for u/s. So at 24 weeks another u/s, then 28 weeks another -still issues with the placenta -it looked like a pocket off to the side and the veins and arteries were monitored closely. By this time I was having braxton hicks contractions at work every 1/2 hour and by the end of the day I could hardly move- my midwife strongly urged me to take a leave at work - I did this at 30.5 weeks - I needed to give them notice to find a replacement and I had to do assessing for final reports.

2 weeks later on June 2nd my water broke just as I sat up in the morning (8:30am). I was 32 weeks 4 day. I called my midwife and she wasn't sure that's what happened so she told me she'd call back in an hour and see what was going on. After an hour she told me to come to the hospital and bring a bag of things as if my water had broke then I would be staying there. I arrive at the hospital around 12:30 and yep my water had broke. The Dr. comes in takes a quick peek with the u/s and admits me. They come and give me an IV and the steroid shot -that burned. Then they move me into a hospital room with another mom who was in at 32 weeks for IUGR. She got wheeled out as her baby's HB kept decelling. So I sat around, watched the Ottawa Sens and Devils playoff hockey game (Ottawa won that game- yeah) and went to sleep. (The nurses joked that they weren’t going to let me watch the game as the excitement might put me in labour – I promised to be good!) Around 2:30 am (June 3) I started to have stronger contractions then my braxton hicks ones that I had been having. They were strong enough to wake me up so I called the nurse. They sent me to L& D. The contractions are about 20-30mins apart and not too strong and baby was doing ok so they just left me be. At about 5am the Dr. came in and suggested that they give me the Nitrous glycerin patch to help slow things down so I could have the next steroid shot at 1pm. This worked pretty good but really dropped my blood pressure so I had a really bad headache and was getting so sore from being in bed for over 24 hrs now - they would NOT let me get out of bed except to pee. So they keep me in L&D in order to give me another Nitrous patch 12 hours later (6pm) and to monitor the baby.

The nurses moved me back to my room the next day (June 4) after removing the Nitrous patch and making sure that Labour didn’t start again. This was around 3pm. By 7 pm I was in Labour again. Shaylen's heart rate then started to decel during contractions and at one point went to 65 bpm. They called the Dr. -and informed me that if her heartrate decelled again I would have to have a c-section. Shaylen's a fighter though and we did ok. By morning the Dr. let me walk around (finally) and my contractions got stronger. I did this until 12:30pm, when after them being about 5 mins apart for an hour they just let up and spaced out. The Dr. decided to give me some oxytocin to get things going again. After about 10 mins with it I was in full active labour and Delivered Shaylen at 1:30pm on June 5th, 2007. She came out crying which is all I asked for. They took her to the heating lamp and checked her out - she got 9 on the Apgar, weighed 4lbs 2oz and measured 17' long. She was doing great. They let me hold her for 5 mins then Hubby and her headed to the NICU. They looked after me -I started pumping and then I got to go see her. So all in all it wasn't awful and I am not really that upset by it as they did all they could do for us. The nurses were great as was my midwives and Dr.’s. I had 9 people in the delivery room with me though and the one thing that bothered me about the experience was that they kept trying to talk my into taking some drugs -which I refused as I wanted to give Shaylen every fighting chance she had. My placenta was sent for tests- part of it had died and the veins and arteries, which attach to it, had moved and replanted itself elsewhere to nourish the baby. The placenta was also infected - They don't know why this happened still and the Dr. said that Shaylen was very lucky to have made it that far.

Her NICU stay was I guess as good as it can get -with all things considered. She was there for 21 days and was fully nursing by the time she came home. I went everyday for the 9:30, 12:30 and 3:30 feedings (where I feed her, changed her, bathed her and did kangaroo care) Some days I went back for the 6:30 and 9:30 night feedings too. My hospital was an hour away though so that made things more difficult but we made it through it.

This was by far the hardest thing I have had to deal with in my life but I guess if we couldn't handle it God wouldn't have blessed us with our little miracle!

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Dietrich James
Birth date: 12-03-2007

Time: 7:06 pm
5 lb 10 oz (doctor said he's impressed with his size!)
19 ¾ inches long
33 weeks 5 days

Saturday, December 1st:
I woke up at 8:55am. Went to the bathroom…finished…went to stand up and felt something like a bubble burst inside. Then I started leaking a LOT of clear fluid. I looked at the clock…9 am. I yelled for DH and told him my water just broke. He got the deer in the headlight look…it was cute. Then he frantically ran around trying to get a hold of the doctor. Hospital said to call doc…doc’s office was closed and machine referred us to the hospital. We gave up calling and I just took a shower, we packed my bag and went into Labor & Delivery. They checked me and sure enough…water broke!
I was having a few contractions, but nothing really bad or close together so they admitted me and said we’ll just wait it out. They didn’t want to stop it since my water broke, but they didn’t want to induce either since we were only at 33 weeks 3 days. They said to stay in my hospital bed on strict bed rest and we’ll see what happens.
Sunday, December 2nd:
Bored as h*ll!! I was having contractions every 20-30 minutes…nothing bad. More like bad cramps.
Doctor came in and said that if I didn’t go into natural labor by Wednesday, they were going to induce me. Then they started the IV to give me antibiotics since we knew Dietrich was going to be born this week. What an ordeal that was!! They stuck me 4 times in my right arm…couldn’t get it to work. Then went to my left arm and got it to work, but by early Monday morning, I was in so much pain from the IV location, they had to move it again! Remember how I said I hated IVs?? Yeah, that’s why! My arms are so bruised…it’s gross.
Monday, December 3rd:
Having stronger contractions, but they couldn’t pick any up on the monitor. I was beginning to think it was all in my head! DH went home for a while to take care of some things and then was going to come back at 3:30 so we could take a tour of the NICU since we hadn’t seen that yet. I started having really bad cramping at 2:00pm. The nurse gave me some pain killers and hooked me up to the monitor. Nothing, again!! DH came back right on-time and I told him that the pains were coming every 5 minutes and getting very painful. We buzzed the nurse and I told her that I wasn’t kidding…I really thought I was in labor. She said there’s nothing on the monitor. I told her that the pains weren’t where the monitor was. They were lower. My stomach wasn’t tightening as they said it should, but my lower stomach sure was. She moved the monitor lower and sure enough…lo and behold!!...CONTRACTIONS!! I was actually relieved! I thought I was going crazy.
Anyway, the doctor came in to check me around 5pm and said I was already 6 cm dilated!! They moved me to L&D. They gave me a pain shot (can’t remember the name). It worked, but not for long. By 6:30pm I was at 9 ½ cm. The nurse asked me if I wanted another shot, I said yes. She had just put the needle into the IV (which I forgot to mention, had to be moved again and the vein blew so they moved it one more time in the middle of all of this!!) and the urge came to push at 6:55pm and Dietrich James was born at 7:06pm. It was quick…not painless…but quick!
He has all 10 fingers and all 10 toes and NO CLEFT LIP OR PALATE!! We were worried about that. Being so early, his lungs aren’t completely mature yet and he’s working hard to breathe, but he’s breathing on his own. He is using a CPAP machine, but he’s doing the work. It’s still possible that he may have to use a ventilator, but we’re hoping not. They think he might even be able to come home before Christmas!! What a great way to celebrate the holidays!!
I’m doing just fine. Sore, but healing well. Only needed 4 stitches on the inside so they don’t even bother me. I was truly lucky and blessed to have everything go as well as it did. DH was a dream…he was by my side the whole time and I KNOW he’s going to be an awesome dad.


That’s about it! Sorry so long…but it was a long weekend!

**Update** I wrote this right after DJ was born. He's now breathing just fine and we're just working on feeding now. Smile

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my son fredrick john was born on july 28 2007. he weighed 3lbs 3 ozs. he was 15 1/2 inches long.he was also born at 28 weeks. i went for the rutine ultrasound on wednesday july 18th... it went great. that afternoon i got really crampy, but i was wooking so i didn't pay any attention to it.I had those craps untill i desided to go to the hospital friday july 20. when i went i found out that i was contracting....which they shot me up with 4 shots so they can stop the contracting and then i got 2 shots so that they can mature my sons lungs.just in case i had the baby. they sent me home on pills to stop the contractions. I was fine.... i counldn't of felt any better. then on monday night i woke up to use the bathroom and there was blood in my underware. I when and asked my husband to call my parents so i had a babysitter for my other 3 kids. i went back to the bathroom to go pee again and the blood was pouring into the toliet. my husband called 911 and i went by ambulance to the hospital.when i got there they took ultrasound and found out i had a hematoma (bruise on the inside of my stomach) that was causing my placenta to pull away from the uterus wall (placenta abrubtion is what they called it).They then they transported me to a hospital that could take care of my baby when he was born. They said that i would be there till i had the baby. now i'm thinking what about my other 3 kids... ages 11 months, 3 years and 6 years.i was not aloud out of bed i was catherized. i couldn't even wash myself they had a nurse wash me. my hair hadn't been washed in 3 days. The hospital i was in was 1 hour away from home....i was so scared.i had a full time job. my husband had a full time job and we had the other kids what do i do. On saturday the 28th i was feeling great and i had planned that my other children see me the next day. i was finally happy. then around 9:00 pm i started to feel really sick the checked me it was ok they said that it would pass. my husband called i told him that i couldn't talk i didn't feel good. as i hung up the doctor said that they were taking my son.the nurse asked if i wanted to call some one to come ....of couse my husband.now remeber that he was 1 hour away , taking care of our other children. i called him and he said what and he hung up on me. i guess he called my parents and my sisters watched the other kids and Mike( my husband) and my parents came.meanwhile i was rushed into the operating room. they took him out and i was bleeding soo bad.they did everything they needed to to . they found 700 milleters of blood in my uterus.i got a quick look at my tiny little boy. he looked so sick.they took him strait to the nicu.i didn't see him till the next morning because they had to intabate him.because he wasn't breathing.I touched him once and because it was a lot of activity for him his heart rate went really high. because of that i couldn't touch him for a week.he wouldn't keep his tempeture at a normal rate. he was in this incubator and i couldn't help him, couldn't touch him.then it started to get better. he was breathing on his own. i was so happy but that night they put him an cpap because he was having a hard time again.he wasn't feeding. he would take my breastmilk.they tryed formula and it worked he was on a feeding tube for 4 weeks.he went off cpap when he was 2 weeks old. on top of that he had jaundice. they diagnosed him with respitor distress syndrome. now i was just trying to get over what happened because it happened so quickly. then i get all these big words thrown at me. thak god there was a nurse that explained everything to me.he was in the nicu for 39 days. a very long , exausting 39 days. back and forth. he is now home and he has pt,ot and a feeding theripst. he also has to have a doc band because his head is so asymetrical.he also needs to have a full audoligcal screening because he can't hear. He get synigis so it can reduce the risk for rsv. He has been hospitalized 2 times for not breathing just in november.everything seems to be getting better but we are allways. worring and looking at him to make sure that he is ok.

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Preemie #1, I don't remember much of it, I had a rough pregnancy, passing lots of blood clots during the whole pregnancy and being in and out of hospitals. The Saturday night I had a really sharp pain at around 9PM and from there, I started having some contractions, but nothing really consistent. They continued going like that all day Sunday. By Monday afternoon, they were so strong that I would curl up in the fetal position on the floor. I didn't think it was time because I was only 32 weeks. Finally at 7PM we decided to go in and Samantha was born at 2:20AM weighing in at 4 lbs 15 oz. She was in the NICU for 2.5 weeks.

Preemie #2, At my 29th week appointment I told the dr that I was having some lower back pains and some pressure. So he checked me and told me that I was 1cm dilated. He sent me for the steroid shots and told me that I had to stop working. I had the shots that day and the next. At 31 weeks, on January 31st, I had an u/s done and they told me that I had cervical funneling, so basically I was dilating from both ends of my cervix. The dr told me that there were very high chances that I would have her early. On the 10th, I had the runs and I had a feeling something was going to happen soon, and I had been having some cramping and lower back pains on and off. Two weeks prior we had gone in for PTL, but they gave me some fluids and everything stopped. On February 11th my contractions started, we went in to the hospital where they told me that it was too soon. They put me on fluids hoping it would stop the labor, but nothing happened, it just seemed to make them stronger. Then they decided to try something new, put a Nitro patch on me, they say it relaxes the uterus, the same as it does to the heart when someone has angina. Well they put one patch on and the contractions seemed to get stronger, then they put a second one about 5-6 hours later. Well that didn't really help either. They wouldn't give me anything for the pain because they were trying to stop my labor. Finally Tuesday night/Wednesday morning they decided that there was nothing else they could do and things were going to happen to matter what. So when they said this, I asked if I could have an epidural, but I was told it was too late. So at 5:13AM on Wednesday February 13th, Bronwyn Cordelia was born weighing in at 5 lbs 2 oz and measuring 17 inches. After she was born and the placenta came out, my dr told me that it's a good thing that she came out when she did, because I was starting to get placental abruption. I guess she knew it was time to come home before something bad happened. I love you so much my baby girl.

I love all my girls. XOXO....

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hello
so here it is. Monday night my water broke @ about 9. at first i thought i had lost bladder control but wasn't sure. so i put on a pad , laid down on the couch to watch some t.v. . I sat up to grab the remote and felt a sickly gush. without really t thinking i stood up suprised and felt an other gush. DH wasn't home so i grabbed the phone calling his cell trying desperately to reach him. DD was home so i quickly packed a bag for her and myself. Trying to get a hold of my mom and DH at the same time. I got a hold of DH at about 9:45 and told him my water broke we need to go now. He raced home. We dropped DD off at my parents and rushed to the hospital. When we got there the nurse did a nitrazine strip and it showed up instantly. B/c The hospital where i was suppose to deliver doesn't deliver before 36 weeks they had to find a hospital to transfer me to. AT 11:30 they transfered me out to a hospital about 30 minutes away by ambulance. When we got the the Actual hospital where i delivered i was contracting good about 3-5 min apart. The nurses rushed me into the delivery room where they hooked my up to the monitor to check Micah's heartbeat and contractions . After about a half an hour they let me up and told me to walk so as to keep the contractions coming. so i did . the contractions died off at rouind 7:30 in the morning so they let me sit and wait to see what would happen. My Ob wanted me to try v-bac b/c he thought that the baby would be small enough. so i sat and waited and waited.
tuesday night they decided that if labor didn't start they were going to induce me in the morning. I didn't sleep at all that night. 9:00 wednesday morning they started the pitocin drip. After a half an hour Micah's heart beat started to drop. I then said that i wasn't going to go through labor to watch my sons heartbeat drop and to end up with an emergency c-section after hours of labor. So they made the calls and at 11:30 we started prepping for an emergency c-section. I walked into the OR and sat down for the spinal. ugg those things SUCK. the Ob that was doing the surgery came in after the spinal was administered and started pulling around. I felt pain when he pinched me so they tipped my head back to get the spinal to work faster. I couldn't feel him making the incision but i could hear it. (man that is the grossest sound you'll ever hear . scar tissue being ripped and cut) I did feel a lot of tugging a pulling and then the dr started pushing and pulling a lot. He had to push on my chest to get Micah out and that was painful b/c the spinal didn't reach that high. I was gaging so hard from him pushing on my chest i was spitting up flem. and then all i heard was this noise of suctioning and a high pitch little squeal. The nurses brought him around the curtain for DH and i to see. He was perfect red and tiny. DH went to the nursey with Micah while they stitched me up. I don't really remember much after that b/c the drugs they gave me made me feel like i was ready to pass out drunk. He weighed 4lbs 9oz and is 17 3/4 inches long. he was born at 12:39 on january the 9th 2008.

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January 24th I woke up around 2am having terrible stomach cramps and vomitting. So I woke up my boyfriend and he took me to the hospital. I was admitted right away, but every second I sat there the pain got worse and worse. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with me and they were very reluctant to do an x-ray because of the potential dangers to the baby. However, by Saturday, January 26th they still hadn't found out what was wrong and I was getting drastically worse. I don't remember much past the first day in the hospital because I kept blacking out from the pain. They finally decided to do a CT that day to see what was wrong. The CT discovered that my uterus was pressing up against my small intestine and causing it to twist and cause major blockage. If they didn't take me immediately into surgery then my intestine could rupture and kill me and the baby. So I was sent into surgery where they removed two feet of my intestine and gave me an Ileostomy. If you're curious what that is then here's a link that explains it more http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk/articles...?articleId=499. Anyway, as soon as I went into surgery Breanna's heart rate dropped and they were forced to take her out as well. She was officially born January 26th at 7:50pm. The nurses printed a couple pictures of her and brought them to me in my recovery room. It wasn't until the next day when they were able to wheel me down in my bed to the NICU. She has to be the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. Nothing can explain the feeling of seeing my child for the first time. Ok now for what you've all been waiting for....PICS! Smile

Breanna 2 weeks old.....

Breanna now (April 2nd).....

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When David and I found out we were pregnant, it was pure jubilation. We had already been pregnant once and our little angel went to Heaven at 13 weeks in April of 2006. We had been “trying, but not really trying” since our wedding to get pregnant. We found out at 5 weeks, which was nice and early. I went to the doctor for the first time at about 8 weeks. I liked the office. It was a group practice, but I didn’t mind. I watched a video at my first appointment and the nurse asked questions to gather my medical history. I remember distinctly when she asked if twins were a possibility. I answered, “no, absolutely not.” We had no twins in the family and there were no fertility treatments.
I mentioned to her that I had been having some light brownish-red spotting. We scheduled an appointment for the next day to make sure I didn’t have an infection. During that appointment, the nurse practitioner collected some specimens and asked if I would like to have an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy. I, of course, answered yes.
David and I arrived for our ultrasound appointment and were shown back. The technician was very nice and we were making jokes and having a grand old time. When she brought up the screen with the picture of the embryo on it, she asked me what that looked like to me. I responded, “That looks like a thumbnail with a split down the middle of it.” She chuckled and said, “That’s twins.” To which I answered, “Are you f***ing kidding me?” David was appalled that I had said the F word, and I was still shell shocked. Besides our nurse was a grown adult. I am certain she had heard that word before.
At that point, there was no keeping this pregnancy a secret. We had to tell everyone. We were so overjoyed. I was still shocked. All of our friends were thrilled. We were told my due date was September 6. That’s certainly an easy date to remember, as it is my brother’s birthday.
My first trimester was a nightmare. I had all-day sickness, rather than just morning sickness. Those of you, who know what I am talking about, imagine working in a restaurant. I cannot count the number of times I would be waltzing around the dining room at Bravo and have to make a mad dash for the restroom after smelling food. I even had a guest offer to pray with me after she heard me heaving in the ladies room. I actually lost about 10 lbs during my first trimester. Finally, around 13 weeks, the sickness subsided. I still had an occasional bout of random vomiting, but the everyday, all day sickness was over.
Around 14-15 weeks, I started letting our regular guests at Bravo know and some of our acquaintances. The support was wonderful and I was finally able to enjoy actually being pregnant. At my 16 week appointment, I had still not gained any weight and I was starting to worry. However, the doctor measured my uterus and said I was actually measuring 20 weeks. Because I am tall and have a long torso, the babies had a lot more space. So I began to truly enjoy food again!
At 18 weeks, we had another ultrasound and discovered we were having two boys. We were both thrilled, especially me. I really did not want to raise two little mini Andreas. That would have been rough. The babies were growing right on schedule and everything looked absolutely normal. I was happy to hear that especially given my paranoia over my weight gain, or lack there of.
At 20 weeks, I started have Braxton Hicks contractions. They really freaked me out at first but I got used to them. At 24 weeks we had a bit of a scare. We went in for an ultrasound. While we were there, I had about 7 contractions. The ultrasound technician then checked my cervical length and we discovered that it was only 1.5 cm when it is supposed to be 3 cm. We were sent straight over the hospital. I was put on a contraction and baby heart rate monitor. After consulting with my doctor, they decided to give me a shot of turbutaline which is a steroid to stop contractions. The contractions stopped and they sent me home.
At this point, I started going to the doctor every week. On June 12th, I went in for my appointment and everything was just fine. On June 13th, we had our ultrasound and the babies looked great. They were 2 lbs 3 oz and 2 lbs 4 oz. On the morning of June 14th, I awoke with horrific stomach pains. These weren’t contractions; they were stomach pains. I also had just vomited. I called the doctor because the pain was excruciating and she ordered me to the hospital. As soon as we arrived at the hospital the pain surprisingly stopped. They still hooked me up to the monitors to make sure the babies were okay, and of course they were. We then headed home. I felt like an idiot for going there, but little did I know there was something wrong and my babies would be born in less than a week.
On Tuesday morning, June 17, I awoke with the same pains. This time they were accompanied by severe nausea. I was determined to stick it out. Surely, the pain couldn’t last too long. Well, after about 3 hours, I couldn’t take it any more. I called the doctor and was again sent to the hospital. The pain was still fairly intense when we arrived but ended about an hour after we got there. This time they drew some blood and I had an ultrasound of my organs, as the doctor suspected gall bladder disease. The ultrasound came back with no indication of gall bladder disease. However, my labs came back a little off. My liver enzymes were slightly elevated and my platelets were low, so the doctor decided to admit me for observation.
I stayed the night at the hospital and they drew my blood a couple of more times. The liver enzymes and platelet count stayed the same, so they sent me home with an order of complete bedrest. I asked repeatedly what could have caused the pain. She had no answer for me. One of my doctors even said that it could have been really bad heartburn. I had my weekly appointment scheduled for Thursday, June 19 and I felt great. The doctor and I talked about complete bed rest and what that meant. So I headed home with the intention of bunkering down for 11 weeks of bed rest. My liver had another plan.
Friday, June 20th at 2am, I woke up and could not fall back asleep. I played on the computer a little bit and had some raisin bran. At 3am, the stomach pains started again. I started throwing up at 6 am, and finally called the doctor at 7:30. She recommended that I take some Pepcid or something for heartburn. I called her back at 8:00 and told her I was coming to the hospital. The pain was unbearable and I was terrified. We arrived at the hospital and my good friend Lexi was one of the nurses on duty. She got me settled in. The pain was still excruciating. Finally, the doctor arrived and ordered blood work and a CT scan. She also gave me some morphine. At last, the pain subsided.
The lab results came back and my liver enzymes were extremely elevated and my platelets were still very low. At 2:30 pm I had more blood drawn and at 3:00 pm we went for the CT scan. There had been talk about doing a biopsy of my liver after the CT scan, however, the radiologist said that there was too much of a risk because my platelets were so low. He told me that we were heading back upstairs to talk to my doctor about the next plan of action.
I was taken straight to the labor and delivery floor and then I started freaking out. The doctor told me that my liver enzymes were so high that my liver could rupture, basically at any minute and the only “cure” was to deliver my babies. I was so worried about David, that before I went into the operating room, I made him call some of our friends to be with him while all this was going on. We had 5 of our closest friends rush down to the hospital. My friend Holly was so thoughtful she stopped to get me toiletries and a nightgown, since I had nothing with me. Mom and Dad flew in from Arizona to spend several days with us and meet their grandsons.
The anesthesiologist came in and informed me that I would have to go completely under as my platelets were too low to do a spinal epidural. So under I went. David could not be in the room, but he went right upstairs to the NICU with Hayden and Logan when they arrived. I awoke around 6:00 pm in serious pain. This C-section business is definitely not fun. I had been started on magnesium to halt any seizures which were a possibility with how sick I was. I finally got to see David around 8:00 pm. I wasn’t able to see Hayden and Logan until Saturday night and even then I was too sick to even get to a wheelchair, I was wheeled upstairs in my bed. My first view of the boys was amazing. They were so tiny, but I had no doubts that they would make it. They are certainly our little miracles.
Well, as it turns out, I was diagnosed with HELLP Syndrome and Pre-eclampsia. HELLP stands for Hemolsysis, Elevated Liver enzymes, Low Platelets. This is a very rare disease and happens very quickly. HELLP is almost always associated with pre-eclampsia and because I didn’t have any of the classic symptoms (high blood pressure, swelling, headaches, vision problems), they had a difficult time diagnosing me when I first arrived earlier in the week. The recovery was rough. I had blood drawn at least 3 times a day to ensure my enzymes and platelets were going back to normal. I also had a blood transfusion. I only got to see Hayden and Logan a couple of times while I was in the hospital.
I am now fully recovered from all my troubles. While they were at the NICU, I spent about 4-8 hours everyday at the hospital with Hayden and Logan. David cut down his hours at work so he spent most evenings at the NICU with the boys. Hayden and Logan came off the ventilator after only a day, but were put back on about a week later. We were so blessed to not have any major surgeries. Hayden had troubles with his feeds for the first month or so, but quickly caught up to his brother. We just had to wait for them to grow and stop those apnea/brady spells. Logan was finally released on August 25, 2008 and Hayden was out on August 30, 2008.

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I'm going to take the easy way out (I've got three babies wanting my attention) and post a link to my blog post. It tells our birth story and has lots of pictures that I just don't have time, right now, to upload to photobucket and then try to format again.

Birth Story

It's a looong post! lol

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Claire Ruth H.
Born 8-6-08
9:13 p.m.
1 lb. 4 oz.
11 3/4 inches
born at 27 weeks 3 days

Everything in my pregnancy was going well, until I was 24 weeks along. I went to see my regular doctor because of a bump on my hand, and he discovered that I had high blood pressure. The next day I went to my OB, who was also concerned about the raise in blood pressure from what it had been normally thoughout my pregnancy so far. He sent me to the hospital for some tests and monitoring.

At the hospital, they were concerned about the possibility that I might have preeclampsia. They admitted me over night. That night, a doctor came and told me that I was going to be on bed rest until the baby came. He said I would never make it until term, and at best, I may make it until 36 weeks. I was shocked, as I didn't feel sick at all, and the possibility of spending 12 weeks in bed at the hospital was mind-boggling.

The first week was not very hard. Everything seemed to be going pretty well. I was hooked up to a fetal heartrate monitor 3 times a day for an hour each, so I got to listen to my little girl's heart beat often. And, I got to have an ultrasound each day. It was wonderful to see my little girl every day. The reason I had to have so many ultrasounds was that they discovered that there was a low amount of amniotic fluid, bad blood flow in the baby's umbilical cord, and that she was IUGR (Intrauterine Growth Restricted). Basically, she was very small for her gestational age.

The next week started to get harder. It seemed like every day something happened that was a little bit scary. A couple times they found that not only was her blood flow restricted, it was reverse. (it would flow from my baby to the placenta, but then bounce back). Some days her heartrate would dip really low. Other days my blood pressure started getting really high. One day after her heartrate wasn't cooperating, they had to hook me up to an IV. I found out later that the only reason they did that was in case they had to rush me to the operating room for an emergency c-section!

After I had been on bed rest at the hospital for 23 days, I had a really bad ultrasound. They found the reverse blood flow through the entire cord. The doctor put me on continuous heartrate monitoring for the rest of the day and told me that I would be delivering the baby either that day or the next. My husband rushed to be with me and he stayed there the entire day. At about 5:00 pm, my doctor came in and said "Let's go have a baby." She said it would be better to do it that day and NOT have it be an emergency c-section, rather than wait until tomorrow and have it maybe turn into an emergency.

I was hysterical. I was only 27 weeks and 2 days at that point. I knew my baby was still incredibly small. I was scared for her life. I got wheeled over to the c-section rooms, and had to wait a few more hours. About 8:45 they took me to the operating room and gave me a spinal block. It was incredibly painful, and I was still unbelievably scared. When it started working, they laid me down and my husband was allowed to come in and sit by my head.

At 9:13 pm, my precious baby girl, Claire, was born. Apparently she even cried when she came out, but I didn't hear it. She was whisked immediately away. Then my husband went up to the NICU with her, while I went back to recover for 2 hours. My husband came down to be with me after a while, and told me that Claire was 1 lb 4 oz, and 11 3/4 inches long.

I was wheeled up to see her a couple hours later, but I was loopy from medicine and was flat on my back, so I couldn't really see her. The next day when I finally could sit up, I got to go up and see her for the first time. She was beautiful.

All the doctors and nurses have been amazed by her. She only had to be on the ventilator for 10 hours after birth, while most babies her age/size need to be on it for many weeks! Finally after 75 days in the NICU, Claire got to come home. She is gaining lots of weight and is doing excellent.

Although I never wanted her to be born so early and so small, she is amazing. She is my miracle baby.

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Well, where to start this story from hell? Let's start a week and a half before he was born. I went to my ob's for my reg. check up on a Thursday. Everything looked good...no protein, bp was normal, gained 2 lbs, etc. At that time I just had a little stuffy nose. Told ob I thought it was a sinus infection, she suggested seeing my reg doc for antibiotics.
I didn't get around to seeing my family doc until that next Tuesday. She noted that my bp was a little bit high, said it was 140/80 and asked if that was normal. I was like "I have no clue, all ob tells me is my bp is normal". So she gives me antibiotics and I start them on that day. By Thursday, I am starting to swell and having trouble breathing when walking even short distances. I look in my pg book and those symptoms say I am a normal pg woman. So I prop my legs up and swelling goes down. On Friday I just have more swelling and more shortness of breath. On Friday night into Sat. I start getting the pain in my torso. This pain felt like it was in my back so I figured the boy was in my ribs or something. It would only go away if dh would rub my back. As soon as he would stop it would come back. On Sunday all my pain, swelling, shortness of breath went away. I was thinking this boy is driving me nuts already. So I did some laundry, cleaning, etc. Sunday night it all came back with a vengence, so I decided I would call my ob in the morning.
This is why I tell people if anything is going on in your pg that is out of the ordinary, don't wait, see your ob or go to er then and there! I called ob that morning and nurse said sounds like normal pg symptoms but come on in in the afternoon. I called my mom over to drive me to the apt because my legs and ankles were so swollen I could not drive. By this time my arms and face were swelling too. I get in to see ob...do the usual pee in cup and weigh on scale. I never look at the scale when weighed so at that point I didn't know how much I had gained in a week and a half. Then nurse took my bp and I waited in the room for my ob. While I was waiting I was sweating buckets and feeling like something was sitting on my chest making it really hard to breath and my torso was screaming in pain. My ob came in and was like what the heck is going on! I was like no clue just a little swelling and I can't breathe... Then I hear the bad news. She says, "Wendy your protein is too high, your bp is 180/120 and you gained 30 lbs in a week and a half. I would like to have you go to L and D just to watch that bp." Still I am thinking ok I go lay at L and D for a bit, my bp goes down and then I can go home...no biggie. Well I get to L and D at 3:45pm. They pump me with Mag. Solfite (sp) to lower my bp and it isn't working. My bp is slowly increasing and I am swelling even more cause now the are pumping me with iv fluids. Which they had 4 people poking me trying to find my veins but they couldn't find them for I was so swollen. By 6:30pm the nurses are telling me that Nicky needs to come out of me so I am going to have an emergency c/s. I was like um no Nicky is not ready, I want to see my ob first. While I was waiting I am getting preped for surgery. My mom is trying to get ahold of my dh who started his first day as a supervisor at work and the rest of the family. One nurse tried to put a cath. in me and it hurt like hell cause I was so swollen. Finally my ob comes in, by this time I am hysterical. She tells me that if we don't get him out within 24 hrs I would be on dialosis cause my kidneys are shutting down and within 48 hrs Nicky and I won't be alive. My body was rapidly attacking itself because of the pg. I had severe pre e and toxemia. She was surprised I hadn't started to go into seziures (sp) yet. I told her dh wasn't there yet and as I said that he came in.
She told him she wasn't sure how the anistheologist (sp) was gonna do the surgery yet so he might not be able to come in. If they gave me a spinal he could come in, if they knocked me out he couldn't. The ani. decided a spinal was best because of my high bp, if I was put to sleep something dire could happen. I got poked many many times trying to get the spinal in me. I was so swollen the ani. couldn't find the correct place. At times when he would poke me I got huge pains go down my legs. Finally it took and they got started at 8:00pm. I got the emergency c/s from belly button downward. That is the fastest way to get a baby out. At 8:09pm Nicky was born and by 8:15pm I was sewn up. When Nicky came out of me he yelled and screamed at the doctors and nurses. He hit them and was putting up quite a fuss. They had to help him a little with Oxygen at first, but after a few mins they noticed he was breathing fine on his own. But by the next day he needed to be antibated (sp) cause it was too hard for him to keep up with breathing.
I was rushed to a birthing room because there were no recovery rooms available for me at that time. So I had a huge cold room to rest in for that night. I found out later that dh had broken down crying 3 times that night. My whole family was there that night. All 30+ of them. They took up the whole waiting room. My recovery from that birth was terrible. My bp stayed high for a few days so I was getting meds for that. I was getting meds for my kidneys. I was getting pain meds for the c/s. I am surprised I can remember anything at all during that time, but everything is so crystal clear. Nicky was born that Monday and I didn't get to see him until Wed night/Thursday morning. Wed they took out my cath so I had to start walking to the bathroom. I was peeing every 1hr because of my swelling. It was like this... took me 10 mins to get to the bathroom in my room, peed for 5 mins, sat there in pain for 5 mins, gather myself and get back to bed for 10 mins, get comfy in bed and feel the urge to pee again.
I finally got to go home that Sat. Nicky had to stay in the NICU because being born at 26 wks 4 days and weighing 1 lb 7 oz, he wasn't ready just yet to come home with me. That broke my heart and even to this point it hasn't been fixed. I still deal with PTSD from that day. He didn't come home for another 5.5 months but that is another long story.

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Tyler's story

My little man has finally come home... which surprisingly has given me more time (since I'm not commuting to the hospital several times a day)... So here is his birth story.

December 8th: My parents came over to go to my regular OB apt. They wanted to hear little Tyler's heartbeat. We get there and do the blood pressure and weight and listen to Tyler's heartbeat. My dad then goes out to the waiting room (medical stuff creeps him out ~ when it comes to girly things). I've gained a bunch of weight (it was just thanksgiving and we had 3 meals). So my doc comes in and says something along the lines of lets redo some of these things (and weighs me again) then starts talking about Pre-eclampsia... I had started to spill protein in my urine... then checks my Bp again... It's like 158/95 or something. He then tells me to go directly to the hospital for more tests and that we may be delivering a baby in the next 24 hours (I'm 32 weeks at this point). So we (my parents and I) go to the hospital (which is basically across the parking lot). They immediately admit me and check my Bp every 15 minutes for the next 2 days, and give me two rounds of steroids. They also put in an IV to rehydrate me (apparently I was a little dehydrated) and do a urine collection (everytime I went I had to let a nurse know so they could collect it and then test it).

Dec 10: I'm finally released on full bedrest (not as fun as it sounds) at like 5pm. I go home and my mom comes the next day to take care of me while DH is at work. By 3pm my Bp is like 177/109 so back to the hospital I go. They take my Bp and its lower but they decide to keep me 24 hours and do another urine collection.

Dec 12: Sent home again. Now I've got my in-laws Bp cuff (since the one I was using was too small and was giving false high readings). Mom helps out again.

Dec 13: Spent the day with DH. Nothing remarkable during the day... but at bedtime I've got a headache (like the kind I get when I've been on the computer too long without my glasses)... take a couple tylenol and try to sleep. By 11pm it's worse so I call the on-call OB and she says to take a couple more tylenol and try to sleep. I do but by 2:30am it's like a hatchet in my head... call the on-call again and she says to come in.

Dec 14(my best friend's birthday): We get to the hospital at like 3:15 (my mom apparently sat straight up in bed at like 3:05 ~ weird). They take some blood and my liver is apparently starting to be affected so they schedule my c-section for 7:30 and start me on magnesium. Our little boy was born at 8:11am. He weighed 4 lbs 4 ounces and was 17 inches long. He had no other complications and came out screaming. His one minute apgar was 7 and his five minute was 9. He spent 6 minutes in an oxygen tent.

His stay in the NICU:
He had very little trouble and was wowing all the nurses. He pulled out his IV at like 3 days old (twice) so they discontinued it and just upped is feeding amounts (he was eating great). He made it all the way up to 27cc's/feeding before it became too much work and he started losing weight. So they put in an NG (nose) tube for feedings. He got rid of that about a week later. He was still Bradying (slowed heartrate) a lot (he was known as the king of the bradys) so they gave him a dose of caffiene) and that pretty much stopped them (he had 2 after that but they were short and didn't need intervention). He was finally released today (the first)!

He's now home and happy and I'm exhausted! (haha) so off I go to feed him again. Happy New Year!

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Ok lets see...sunday i dropped my kids off with my ex husband, was really tired. Got home and made grilled cheese and tomatoe soup, sat down to eat when i thought i spilled my soup. I was 30 weeks along at this point, i stood up and a gush happened. I called my ob and headed to the hospital. I got a call on my way there saying they were going to fly me to a different hosp, farther away from home where there was a nicu. Got to the fist hosp and they waited for the transportation team to take me to the other hosp 2 hours away. I got there at mid night. They checked to see how much amniotic fluid i had and there was nothing left. Bed rest monday. Monday night at midnight started to vomit, at 1 am contractions started. They said they won't stop them. Im in the hosp by myself and scared to death......the worst labor ever.......he was born at 5 am. 3 pounds. I never got to see him til later that afternoon. Nicu took him away so fast, i don't remember too much. We were in the nicu for a month and a half when we could finally go home.....he is ding wonderful now

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Welcome Baby Aidrielle

I can remember how I gave birth..

Adrielle was my first.

It was my last prenatal when I felt blood on my underwear. I was so scared. My OB told me that my cervix is already 1 cm opened and advised me to be confined in a hospital because she thought Aidrielle was in breech position.

So went to the hospital. I can feel my tummy aching..I noticed it hurts in 5 mins interval..I thought i was gonna give birth..not yet..

Next day same thing happens, I went home again

It was finally on the third day that I gave birth..

It was so exhausting, humiliating..

But you wouldn't care if they see what you between your legs..:)

All you can think of is deliver the baby.!

When I saw him, he was an ANGEL!

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Welcome Baby Aidrielle

I can remember how I gave birth..

Adrielle was my first.

It was my last prenatal when I felt blood on my underwear. I was so scared. My OB told me that my cervix is already 1 cm opened and advised me to be confined in a hospital because she thought Aidrielle was in breech position.

So went to the hospital. I can feel my tummy aching..I noticed it hurts in 5 mins interval..I thought i was gonna give birth..not yet..

Next day same thing happens, I went home again

It was finally on the third day that I gave birth..

It was so exhausting, humiliating..

But you wouldn't care if they see what you between your legs..

All you can think of is deliver the baby.!

When I saw him, he was an ANGEL!